My Five-Year-Old Grandson Called His Mother From Our Kitchen—Then Bank Records Revealed Where $41,200 Had Gone

“I’ll call,” I said.

“You don’t have to wait until you need rescuing.”

The word stung, although she had not used it to hurt me.

“I’ll call before that.”

She squeezed my hand.

I got out with the envelope, my handbag, and the cardigan I had worn to the meeting.

All three were mine to carry.

It felt foolish to notice that, but I noticed it anyway.