He Stole My Mother’s Surgery Money for Another Woman

I ran up to the payment window with the three hundred thousand I'd finally scraped together, sure that at last I could get my mother her kidney transplant.

The clerk pushed the bank card back across the counter. "There's no money on this card."

Right on cue, Martin Gilbert called, his tone as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "I moved that money already."

I was shaking all over. "What?"

"Put it toward the down payment on a house for Serena, in a good school district."