“You attempted to borrow a quarter of a million dollars using my identity as the primary guarantor,” I said.
“The rejection letter reached my actual address because the bank detected conflicting address information. That was the mistake that exposed everything.”
My father reached toward the document with shaking fingers.
“Julian, you told me this loan came from an outside investor. You said your mother had handled the collateral.”
“She did,” Julian replied, turning angrily toward her. “Mom, you said Maya would never discover it. You said Ethan was too busy with his firm to investigate one credit alert.”
My mother moved toward me.
Her hands tightened into fists as she tried to recover the intimidating expression that had controlled me for most of my life.
“Listen to me, you ungrateful girl,” she hissed. “So what if we used your name?”
“You were living comfortably with your successful husband while Julian was trying to create something for himself. We did what was necessary to keep this family functioning.”
