“You did not care about my family when I stood beside those graves alone. Why should I protect what you built using my stolen identity?”
Julian took a careful step toward me, holding up his hands.
“Let’s discuss this rationally. I can close the companies and transfer the debt. We can correct the records.”
His voice became desperate.
“Please do not report identity theft. If the bank discovers the truth, it will demand immediate repayment on the restaurant loan. I’ll lose everything.”
“You have already lost everything, Julian.”
I reached into my cardigan pocket and removed my phone.
The screen displayed a prepared email addressed to the regional office of the Internal Revenue Service’s criminal-investigation division.
A copy was also addressed to the state financial-fraud unit.
Every document from Ethan’s folder had been scanned and attached.
My mother gasped and reached toward the phone.
I moved back before she could touch it.
