An Eleven-Month Paper Trail Revealed Where Eighteen Thousand Dollars Had Really Gone
A typed confirmation sheet from the card issuer lay at the bottom of the middle pile, dated September fourteenth of last year.
It confirmed an automated online profile update made at nine forty-one at night from Mark’s laptop, using my saved login credentials to issue two new secondary authorized user cards.
He had checked the agreement box himself using my Social Security number.
I lined the paper slips up across the desk.
A two-hundred-twelve-dollar receipt from a steakhouse in Des Moines sat right next to a ninety-four-dollar charge slip for premium diesel.
Every single receipt was stapled to a matching transaction stub.
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