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

The house in his drawing had two doors, one blue and one yellow.

The windows were different sizes.

A red line ran from the blue door to the edge of the paper, and another line curled away from the yellow one.

“Two ways,” he said, pointing.

“I see them.”

He looked past me and saw Evan’s overnight bag beside the stairs.

“Grandpa’s going somewhere?”

Evan had come down to find his toothbrush.