“Your total balance is now two hundred thirty-one thousand eight hundred and seven dollars,” Martha said.

I looked at the stamped numbers on the slip.

“Thank you, Martha,” I said.

“Have a pleasant afternoon, Elena,” she said, nodding kindly.

I folded the receipt, placed it inside my wallet, and walked out into the autumn sunshine.

By two o’clock in the afternoon, I was back inside Dad’s study.

The room smelled of cedar polish and old paper.

In the corner near the bookshelf, the heavy steel safe stood with its thick door swung wide open.