My Husband Told Our Daughter to Keep Her Clinic Visits Hidden From Our Bank Account

He pointed at a line of text on the screen.

It said October twelfth.

That was the morning after Richard took Hannah to the out-of-network clinic.

“Was it a check?” I asked him.

“It was an electronic transfer,” David said.

“Richard Miller authorized it.”

The printer behind him whirred on.

He handed me one sheet of paper.