The teller looked at the slip, and then called her manager.Manager: ‘This account doesn’t exist anymore… but the serial number matches something much bigger.’I blinked, confused. “What do you mean, ‘much bigger’?”
The manager leaned in, lowering her voice. “The serial number on this deposit slip links to a trust account. It’s been inactive for decades, but trust accounts don’t just disappear. Let me do some digging.”
She disappeared into the back office, leaving me standing there with my heart racing. My uncle had always been an enigma—a quiet man who kept to himself and rarely spoke about his past. What could he have been involved in that tied him to an account like this?
After what felt like an eternity, the manager returned, carrying a thick folder. She set it down on the counter and opened it carefully, flipping through pages of records.
