The account ended in 449.

“The available balance is three thousand forty-two dollars,” she said.

I gripped the edge of the counter.

I had prepared myself to hear zero.

Instead, there was money I could lawfully access as a joint holder, though Marcus would need to account for what I used in the divorce.

“I’d like three thousand.”

Sarah offered a cashier’s check.

I requested cash because the legal office would accept it that day and because I wanted something that could not be stopped by another card alert.