The timing alone was difficult to ignore.
While she sat hungry behind a latched door, money intended for her care had been taken from the account.
I enlarged the image.
The amount was clear.
The date was clear.
So was the signature line.
At first, I assumed I was looking at my father’s name because Walt usually handled the accounts.
Then I noticed another line beneath it.
I zoomed in farther.
There was more than one signature on the withdrawal slip.
Someone else had approved the transaction.
Someone who had not yet appeared in my parents’ explanation because they had not realized I possessed the page.
I looked from the image to Lizzy’s hospital wristband, then back to the two signatures.
The closet had shown me what my parents were capable of doing when no one was watching.
The bank slip was about to show me who had helped them do it.
