One Four-Hundred-Dollar Hotel Charge Sent Me Home Three Weeks Ahead of Schedule
I stared at the figure on the screen.
It was the only money Kendra couldn’t touch.
It was supposed to be my reward for a hard year overseas.
I clicked on the transfer button.
The bank portal asked for the routing number of the receiving account.
I typed in the details Thomas had sent on his firm’s letterhead.
I put thirty-five hundred dollars in the amount field.
My finger hovered above the trackpad.