A freshly printed thermal receipt poked out of the main bill slot of the wallet.

I reached in with two fingers and slid the slip upward, keeping the blue leather strap resting against the outer pocket of the purse.

The top line carried the official logo of Oak Park Credit Union, printed at eleven fifteen that morning.

The deposit line showed twelve thousand dollars in cash credited straight to a high-yield savings account held in Eleanor’s name alone.

My name was nowhere on the paper.