Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

fifty-five dollars, a sum that felt like a sharp pinch given my uncertain future at the Watchdog Initiative. Inside the glass doors of the branch, the air was warm and smelled of floor wax and stale coffee.

I stood in the queue behind an elderly man who was depositing a stack of small checks. My fingers traced the smooth silver casing of my watch while continue reading …