She wants it back before I leave.”

I picked up Noah’s cereal bowl and carried it toward the sink.

“Don’t move it somewhere else.”

“What?”

“Photograph every page exactly where you found it.”

There was a pause.

Then Mark’s voice changed.

“Sarah.”

I stopped.

“There is a transfer here with your name on it.”

I set Noah’s bowl down without rinsing it.

“Read the date.”

“April fourteenth.”

“And the amount?”