We had forty-seven dollars in cash left in my purse.

By two o’clock yesterday afternoon, Richard had frozen every dollar in our joint savings and checking accounts.

He had changed the online banking passwords and called the fraud department to block my debit cards.

He knew I couldn’t make the hospital deposit without getting into our bank accounts.

I wrote the dates of the forged contact forms on the pad.

I lined up the fake insurance waiver beside the printed appointment slip he’d given me the week before.