The metal caught the bright fluorescent light overhead.

“I know these transfers are routine,” Mark said.

“But keeping everything official is good for the records.”

I looked at the blank signature line on the form.

For seven years, I had signed my name on that exact line.

Every January, I gave away my savings believing it paid for winter boots, school lunches, and a warm house for my granddaughter.

“I assure you, this money makes sure Emma has everything she needs for the spring term,” Mark said.