“Brenda,” I said.

“Who owns account four-zero-two?”

She turned her clipboard over and scanned a printed ledger sheet.

“That was registered as a special collections account for Kappa Sigma Delta.”

That was Derek’s fraternity house at the state university.

Attached to the back of the deposit receipt was a transfer authorization slip dated three days before my graduation.

The amount, handwritten in blue ballpoint, was thirty thousand dollars.

The handwriting on the signature line was my mother’s.