“Read your number.

Then this one.”

They were different.

“Another account?”

“Not one I remember opening.”

When June returned, I asked what records I could receive and whether the unfamiliar account was in my name.

She did not disclose another person’s private account simply because the envelope had been in my kitchen.

She checked what was linked to my identity, which authority was recorded, and what she could release under the bank’s rules.