My chest tightened as I recognized the blue silk scarf my late mother had given me five years ago.

It was the same scarf that had disappeared from the top shelf of my bedroom closet three weeks earlier, along with my navy maternity coat.

The woman in the video walked straight to teller station three with a fast, purposeful stride.

She reached into her purse, took out a folded slip of cream bank stationery, and slid it under the glass divider to the teller.

“Notice the coat,” Martha said quietly, leaning closer to the glowing screen.