Major Hannah Nolan Comes Home to Chesapeake and Discovers Nineteen Thousand Dollars Gone

Checking balance.

Twelve dollars and some change.

I opened the glove box for the registration, and a white envelope slid out instead, folded the way a postman folds one that’s gone through the system, with the finance company’s return address.

The letter was a notice of intent to repossess, fifteen days from the postmark, on the vehicle listed as a gray sedan, and it named my husband first because he had signed the original loan two years ago and I had signed the second line.

I read it twice.