Eleanor opened the front door and stood under the porch light, her arms folded over her floral robe.

“The girl at the checkout gave me a look,” Eleanor called down the brick steps.

“She said the account had been frozen by the bank that issued it.”

I walked past Daniel toward the steps, keeping my leather bag tucked tight under my arm.

“It wasn’t a computer glitch,” I said.

Daniel followed me into the entry, letting the cold air in behind him.

“What did you do, Mariana?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.