“It’s only for the closest family,” my dad told me as eighty guests boarded my $1.2 million yacht for my brother’s engagement party, while he laughed and thanked me for the free venue. I didn’t argue or beg to be included. I waited until they cleared the harbor, then sent the captain six words—and minutes later, the yacht began turning back toward shore.

“Avery,” she said, “I need to tell you something.”

A documentation service had called to verify a request involving Second Wind.

Someone had asked how Weston might be added as an owner through a family transfer arrangement.

The service checked the federal documentation, found me listed as owner, and refused to proceed without my authorization.

Celia also told me Weston had asked questions around the marina about whether long-term possession could create an ownership interest.

The idea had little legal merit.

The intent mattered more.

I called Nina.

She reviewed the documentation service’s email, Celia’s account, and the agreement Weston had signed.

“This is no longer about social media,” she said.

“I know.”

“He contacted a professional service about changing an ownership record.”

“Yes.”

“I recommend immediate revocation.”

I asked her to prepare the paperwork.

But I didn’t send it.

Not yet.

One event remained.

Weston and Brooke’s engagement party.