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

I’ll sit in that courtroom and tell the judge you picked the Army over your own child.”

“Jenna, wait.”

The line clicked dead, and I sat there with the phone to my ear while the lot emptied around me.

The Cedar Lane branch opened at ten, and I was at the counter by ten thirty with the account number written on the back of a receipt.

“I need everything frozen,” I said.

“Both accounts, starting right now.”

The teller typed for a while.