I Finally Took My Ex-Husband’s “Three-Thousand-Dollar” Card to the Bank—Then the Manager Brought Out an Envelope with My Name
Her fingers stopped on the keyboard.
“What is wrong?” I asked.
“I need my supervisor to review the linked records.”
“Is the money gone?”
“I don’t have enough information here to answer that.”
Karen shifted beside me.
The teller picked up the telephone and requested Mr.
Harris.
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