A few minutes later, the manager, Mr. Cooper, came out holding a sealed envelope.
“Sylvie?”
“Yes.”
He glanced at my ID. “Your name is the authorized cardholder on this account. That’s why we can speak with you about it.”
“But we should have contacted you sooner.”
“Then why do you look so worried?”
“Walter left instructions. We were to give you this the first time you used the card.”
I stared at Walter’s crooked handwriting on the envelope.
“He told me it was emergency money.”
“It was, at first.”
“At first?”
Mr. Cooper led me into his office and printed a page. “Please look at the current balance.”
The number read $48,216.73.
I sat down hard. “That’s not mine.”
“It is.”
“No. That card had two thousand dollars.”
