In the inside lining pocket, my fingers hit stiff paper.

It was a joint bank statement dated four days earlier.

I unfolded it in the blue glow of the digital alarm clock on the nightstand.

The opening balance on October first was eighteen thousand four hundred twenty dollars.

The closing balance on October twenty-eighth was zero dollars and zero cents.

I pressed my right hand to my breastbone and held the page closer to my face.

Every last dollar had gone out in two wire transfers signed by David.