“She attached a copy of the joint account signature card from three years ago,” Chloe said.

“It’s her Exhibit B.

Your name is on the first line.”

“I opened that account.

Of course my name’s on it.”

“And that’s the best thing that’s happened to us all week.

The bank now has a real ink signature of yours to compare with the scan that moved forty-five thousand dollars out of your daughter’s medical trust.

I’ve already asked for the certified copy.”