My Family Reported Five Million Dollars Stolen Before They Ever Checked My Leather Case
The address line read Grand Cayman.
I tilted the slip toward the window.
“Is this a trust account?”
“No, honey.
That’s a private company.” Lorraine tapped the second signature line with her fingernail.
“And that’s your mother’s signature.
She signed as an authorized agent.”
The loops of the E were tight and slanted, just like Evelyn’s grocery lists.