The Forgotten Tablet in a Nashville Bedroom That Saved Two Abandoned Children
I asked for written confirmation.
Mr.
Ellis printed a page and slid it over.
The balance at the bottom read forty-five thousand dollars.
He circled it in black pen and initialed the corner.
The paper was still warm in my hand.
I folded the copy and tucked it into my inside pocket with the stock statement.
“Thank you.”