“Dad!” I called. “Have you seen my coffee can? The red one?”

He stepped out of the living room, looking tired, tie loose. “What coffee can?”

“The one under my bed,” I said, my voice rising as I came downstairs. “It had my savings.”

“Anybody seen my red coffee can?” I shouted, hoping Linda or Hailey might answer.

Linda appeared, as if waiting for her cue. “Oh, that! I meant to tell you—I borrowed it earlier.”

I froze. “Borrowed?”

“For the electric bill,” she said smoothly. “We had a gap in our budget. And your dad’s commission check hasn’t come in. You’ll get it back.”

Dad frowned. “How much was in there?”

“Three hundred and twelve,” I whispered.