Ana looks at the bank statement on her laptop screen. Her coffee gets cold while she stares. The numbers do not make sense. Someone opened a bank account in her and Diego's names yesterday.

They did not open any account.

"Isabella, look at this," Ana calls across the apartment. She keeps her voice quiet. Hope is sleeping after a morning of crawling and throwing toys. Ana does not want to wake her daughter.

Isabella comes to the kitchen table. She has her laptop in one hand. She has been ...