Seventy-Three Thousand Dollars in Phony Medical Bills, Paid for a Pregnant Replacement

Seventy-three thousand dollars.

I tapped my thumbnail twice on the screen and laid the phone face down on the bedspread.

Then I picked it up again and photographed the page, so that two copies of it would exist in the world.

Thirty-six deposits ran down the page in a column.

One of them had cleared on my birthday.

The appendix started on page forty-one.

It was thinner than I’d expected.