He was supposed to be honored. Celebrated. Treated like the king of the family.Instead, my 74-year-old grandfather was standing all alone at hotel checkout, holding a bill for $12,000 he never agreed to. They thought he’d just swallow it in silence. They didn’t expect me to walk in. The sliding glass doors opened, and the humid, salty air hit me before I even stepped inside. My sandals slapped against the tile floor. The lobby smelled faintly of sunscreen and those overwatered hotel flowers. And then I saw him. Grandpa.Standing still,