“Ma’am,” she said gently, “the balance is not three hundred dollars.”

My heart began to pound. “Then how much is there,” I asked, barely trusting my voice.

She printed a statement and turned it toward me. I leaned forward, reading the numbers again and again, convinced my vision was failing.

Nine hundred eighty seven thousand dollars. Nearly a million.

I felt the air leave my lungs. My knees weakened, and I had to grip the counter to remain standing. “Who deposited this,” I whispered.