Someone I knew.
Someone who had been sitting at my kitchen table for years.
I looked up at Richard.
“Who is this?”
His face changed.
“What?”
I handed him the statement.
He read the name.
Then looked at me.
“Margaret…”
“What?”
He didn’t answer.
I took the paper back.
And that’s when I saw it.
The name on the account.
It was Thomas’s.
My dead husband’s name.
The account had been opened six months after his death.
And according to the transaction history…
someone had been using it for years.
