“Why?”
“Because cruises are expensive. Especially last-minute bookings for three people. Suites, drink packages.”
I opened the banking app. The face ID took a moment to resolve, as though my phone also needed a second to recognize the woman currently holding it.
The balance was forty-two dollars and fifty cents.
Three days ago it had been over five thousand dollars. Money we were saving toward a down payment on a house. Money my father had left me when he died eighteen months earlier, which I had kept separate in my mind as something that meant more than its numerical value, a small piece of continued presence from a man I had loved and lost.
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