Chapter 7: The Teller’s Face

The young teller smiled kindly when I reached the counter.

“How can I help you?”

I slid the card toward her.

“I’d like to withdraw the balance.”

“Of course.”

I cleared my throat.

“It should be around two thousand dollars. I need it for medical expenses.”

She nodded sympathetically and began typing.

Then her expression changed.

Not dramatically.

Just enough.

“Can I see your ID?”

I handed it over.

Moments later, she frowned at the screen.

“Please wait here.”

My stomach tightened.

“Is something wrong?”

“I need to get the branch manager.”

“For two thousand dollars?”

She did not answer.

A few minutes later, a man in a navy suit emerged from the hallway carrying a sealed envelope.

“Sylvie?”

“Yes.”

He checked my identification, then nodded.

“Walter left instructions for us.”

The room seemed to narrow around me.

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