The nurse turned the monitor toward me. The transaction history clearly showed that every last cent had been transferred out just ten minutes ago.
I instantly recognized the destination account number. It belonged to my brother.
My hand shook violently as I dialed his number. When he picked up, he sounded incredibly annoyed.
"What is it now?"
My eyelids twitched uncontrollably. "Did you take the money out of my account?"
A heavy silence stretched across the line.
"Yeah, I did. The international championship is right around the corner, and Valerie needs new ski gear and custom skis. I have to make sure she’s in peak condition."
My brain completely short-circuited.
"But that was my surgery money..." I cried, absolutely desperate. "David, the doctor said that if I don't get this surge
