I Went To Cancel An Old Bank Card After A Funeral—The Teller Asked Me Not To Leave

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Jessica set down the phone with a hand that wasn’t quite steady. “Ma’am, I need you to please stay right here. Don’t leave.”

“You’re scaring me,” I said, and it was true. Something in her voice, in the way she kept glancing at the card like it might explode—

“This card,” she said carefully, “isn’t what you were told it was.”

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