Sally noticed that Ellen was not her usual positive, cheery self. Ellen's face had taken the form of a permanent scowl, unnatural on her pretty face.

“What is it, Ellen?”

Ellen just sat there and said nothing.

“What’s wrong?”

“All my accounts are hacked, and the bank believes that my identity is stolen,” Ellen said in one breath.

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Sally hadn't a clue what to say next and was silent for a long moment.

Ellen’s lips started quivering uncontrollably, and she started sobbing.

“There must be something that the bank can do,” Sally said.

“Nothing. They can't do anything.”

“I have an old friend who works at the FBI. Do you want me to contact him?” Sally asked.

“Really?”

“Let me put you in touch with him. His name is John.”

“Thanks! You are a true friend,” Ellen said.

“Don't mention it. That’s what friends are for.”