Heather got out as soon as my car door opened.

She held her phone tightly in her right hand and pressed her lips together before walking up the path.

“Seth said you called the bank,” Heather said.

“He told me you were trying to stop the deposit.”

“Come inside, Heather,” I said.

We sat at my kitchen table.

Paige stood by the counter, her phone in her hand with the screen still on.

I laid the certified bank document flat on the table between two placemats.