Our family account showed less than six hundred dollars.

Last month it had held almost eleven thousand.

I stared at the screen, confused.

Curtis managed our finances and said we were struggling, but his salary was steady.

Mine, from part-time bookkeeping, went into the same account.

Where had the money gone?

Before I could investigate, Maribel returned.

“The surgical team is ready to review the consent information,” she said.