“I know.” I rack my brain, trying to remember what I last used the card for. Did I just forget to put it back in my wallet? Then it hits me: back-to-school shopping for the spring semester. The kids all needed new binders. I have a vague memory of sitting at the kitchen table on the phone with Social Services to ask when the stipend was getting sent out when…
“Ben walked in.”
Josh looks confused. “Huh? What about Dad?”
I turn my back on him and race towards Ben’s room, my heart rate rising rapidly. Ben jerks upright when the door flies open, dried drool leaving a trail from one corner of his mouth down to his chin.
“Where is it?” I practically shriek.
He blinks at me, his eyes rolling sleepily. “Huh? What?”
“My credit card, Ben. Where is it?”
A spark of recognition flits across his
