The destination was listed as an outside private account.

I couldn’t see a routing number on my end, only a long row of asterisks ending in a four-digit code I didn’t recognize.

I turned my silver wedding band around my ring finger.

I added up what was left in the main checking account.

We had exactly twenty-one hundred dollars left.

That was barely enough to pay the mortgage and the utilities for December.

If she cleaned out that checking account too, the automatic payments would bounce.