“First, look at these.”

Chapter 11 — Seven Years on Paper

Inside were bank statements — every transaction of the last seven years.

Each month my company’s deposit arrived, and within a day or two it was gone again, transferred to accounts belonging to Reem, or Kiran, or my mother.

The notes on the transfers told the whole story: business capital, apartment remodeling, a vacation in Miami, a truck deposit, tuition.

I did the arithmetic with my mind still fogged from the anesthesia.