“Only a quick balance check today, Clara?” Nancy asked.

“I need to take out twenty-two dollars in cash for my prenatal vitamins,” I said, pushing my blue plastic debit card through the stainless steel tray beneath the glass partition.

Nancy ran the card through her terminal twice, her small gray eyes moving over the screen in front of her.

She stopped typing and looked up at me, her mouth pulling into a tight line.

“This debit card is showing inactive, sweetie,” Nancy said.