“Only one way to find out,” I replied.
“They were in trouble.”
The next morning, I went to the bank by myself.
“I’m here about my son,” I told the woman behind the desk. “He passed away ten years ago, but I recently found this account number in some of his things. I just need to understand what it was.”
I placed a copy of Daniel’s death certificate and gave her the account number.
She nodded and typed it in. Then she frowned at the screen.
“Ma’am, are you sure that’s the correct number? Our records show this account is still active.”
I blinked. “I’m sorry — what does that mean?”
“It means there’s been recent activity.”
“Our records show this account is still active.”
When I arrived home, all seven of them were waiting in the hallway.
Aaron spoke first. “Well?”
I shut the door and sat down in the kitchen. “The… the account is still active.”
