“That’s the second card issued to your wife.”

I stared at the black ink on the paper, which showed four hundred dollars withdrawn in four bundles of twenty-dollar bills.

“Would you like me to put a temporary freeze on that second card?” the teller asked.

“Not just yet,” I said, picking up the paper.

“Leave it open for now.”

I drove straight from the bank to Oakridge Hardware on Third Street to get wood glue and brass screws for a tabletop repair.

My sister Sarah was in aisle four, holding two cans of white wall paint and checking the price tags under the bright ceiling lights.