For Fourteen Years My Son Lived Rent-Free in a House He Believed Was His
I studied the printed page.
The missing money was exactly what I used for groceries, my medication and gas for the car.
“I can flag this for the branch manager if you’d like to file a formal dispute,” Arthur said.
“Don’t flag it just yet,” I said.
“You’ve got thirty days to contest a blocked transfer,” Arthur said.
I folded the ledger printout down the middle.
I slipped it into my coat pocket.