Through the thick glass window, the teller typed at her terminal, paused, and looked directly at my lane before sending the capsule back down.

Inside sat my deposit receipt and a white paper printout that showed a zero balance.

A wire transfer of forty-five thousand dollars had cleared the account fourteen days ago, moving every dollar we had saved over twenty-two years into an escrow account registered to something called Ridgeline Ventures LLC.

I pressed the silver button on the small metal intercom box beside my driver’s side window.

“Did my husband authorize this wire transfer in person?” I asked.