I couldn’t put the surgery off anymore.
I slid the card across the counter. “I’d like to withdraw the balance.”
“Of course.”
“It should be $2,000,” I said. “I need it for medical expenses.”
Her smile softened. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Don’t be. I’m still upright.”
She typed, then held out her hand. “Can I see your ID?”
I gave it to her.
Her smile faded.
“I need it for medical expenses.”
“Is there a problem?” I asked.
“Can you confirm your name?”
“Sylvie.”
“And Walter is…?”
“My husband on paper. My ex-husband in every way that mattered.”
She checked the screen. “Please wait here.”
“Did he cancel it?”
“No, ma’am. I need my branch manager.”
“Can you confirm your name?”
“For a two-thousand-dollar withdrawal?”
“I understand,” she said softly. “But we should have contacted you sooner.”
My fingers tightened around my purse strap. “About what?”
