Someone had been building an entire financial record connected to me…
at an address where I had never lived.
I thought about the envelope.
The apartment.
The credit application.
The letters.
The spreadsheet.
The promotion.
Everything suddenly looked different.
This wasn’t just about Nathan hiding his debt anymore.
Someone had been using my identity in ways I didn’t fully understand.
And if the records were accurate…
the next thing I discovered could change everything.
Nathan’s voice came through the phone again.
“Sofia?”
“Yes?”
“I need you to promise me something.”
“What?”
“Don’t tell Mom.”
I froze.
“Why?”
He didn’t answer.
“Nathan, why can’t your mother know?”
His voice dropped to a whisper.
“Because she already knows.”
My heart stopped.
“What does she know?”
Silence.
Then he said:
“She knew about the accounts.”
I closed my eyes.
The room seemed to disappear around me.
Margaret hadn’t simply known about Nathan’s debt.
