I stared at the transfer date again and again, hoping I misunderstood something. But the manager quietly turned the screen toward me and pointed at the signature.
It looked exactly like mine.
My stomach dropped.
“Ma’am,” he said carefully, “these withdrawals weren’t made online. Someone came into the branch.”
I could barely breathe. David lived three states away. At least… that’s what I thought.
Then the manager asked a question that made my hands go cold:
“Do you know a woman named Melissa?”
I shook my head.
He hesitated before speaking again. “Because your son wasn’t alone.”
That’s when he handed me a printed copy of the security footage.
And the second I saw the woman standing beside David… I recognized her instantly.