"How could I prove it?" She glanced at Nate. "I had no alibi for that night. I hadn't left my hotel room."

"You could have tried," Leslie said. "Instead, you ran away. And left me holding the bag."

"What bag? How did it affect you at all?"

"It's affecting me now!" Leslie's shout had heads turning from the surrounding tables.

Nate leaned forward, between them. "Let's calm down. Arguing isn't going to help."

Leslie crossed her arms. Marisa kept her focus on Ana, who was teetering as if about to fall into the water. Marisa started to get up, but Ana straightened and continued her stroll along the edge of the fountain. One wrong move and she'd go over. Marisa prayed she'd land softly in the water and not against the brick pavers on the other side.

All she wanted was for her daughter to be safe. She looked back at Leslie's scowl. She wanted her sister to be safe, too.

Marisa sighed. "I never meant for you to get hurt."

"But here we are."

"I don't know how to help you. I have no idea who took the money."

"You must have some guesses," Leslie said. "You need to come back with us—"

"Absolutely not." Marisa pushed back from the table, then made herself stay seated. "I can't."

Nate faced Leslie. "How would that help?"

"Maybe Marisa knows something she hasn't even thought of yet."

"She and I went over all of it. Many times. I don't think—"

"God forbid something happens to Marisa." She turned to her sister. "What? Are you afraid they'll find you, after all these years?"

"I am, obviously, or I wouldn't still live here." She leaned toward her sister and held out her hand. "But I don't want anything to happen to you, either."

Leslie slipped her hand into Marisa's and squeezed. Leslie had never been the touchy-feely type, and the gesture meant a lot to Marisa. "I'm sorry I'm being such a jerk," Leslie said. "I never understood before how you felt when you ran away. Now, I think I do, at least a little. It's hard believing people want to hurt you. And look at all you've done here. I so admire you for making a life like you have. And I miss you so much." She looked at the table, took a deep breath, and looked back up. "You know how I get when things are out of my control. I'm not mad at you. I'm just... I'm scared. Will you forgive me?"

"Of course. Always." She checked on Ana, saw Nate was watching her daughter, and focused on Leslie. "I want to help. I just don't know how."

"Help me figure out who stole the money."

"They're not going to hurt you." Nate turned his attention to Leslie, so Marisa watched Ana.