PART 2
I sat there while she walked away, my blue cardigan suddenly too warm against my skin. Through the glass wall, I could see people coming in and out of the bank like nothing in the world was shifting.
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But something was.
A man in a gray suit approached my chair. Senior manager. Polished voice. Controlled expression.
“Mrs. Harper?” he said.
I nodded.
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He pulled up the chair opposite me, not behind the counter, not standing above me. That alone told me something was wrong.
“We’re reviewing your account history,” he began. “And there is a discrepancy regarding deposits made over the last eight months.”
My throat tightened slightly.
“Discrepancy?”
He hesitated.
Then turned the screen so I could see.
Month by month.
Deposit by deposit.
Five thousand dollars, labeled Family Support Transfer.
All of it marked as received.
All of it marked as withdrawn.
All of it marked as… transferred again.
To an account I did not recognize.
Not mine.
Not David’s.
But Clara’s.
The room tilted very slightly.
Not enough for anyone to notice.
But enough for me to feel it.
The manager cleared his throat. “These transfers were authorized through a digital authorization linked to your son’s account credentials.”
I stared at the screen.
“Are you saying my son approved this?”
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