“They usually only text for a low balance or a large withdrawal,” I said.

Daniel rubbed his left eyebrow with two fingers and looked back at his open binder.

“The consulting software runs an automatic sweep on the fifteenth of the month.

It sets off their security bot every time.

I need to call them to turn it off.”

He picked up his coffee mug and took a long drink.

I watched the steam rise from his dark roast coffee.

We had shared all our household finances since we married three years ago.

He had never complained about bank security alerts before.

“I can call the branch for you on my lunch break,” I said.

“Don’t bother them,” Daniel said.

“I’ll handle it from the office.”

He closed his binder and snapped the elastic band around the cover.

I spooned the oatmeal into two bowls and set one on a cork mat beside his phone.