They needed me to keep working.
They needed my income.
But they also needed something else.
Something connected to the house.
I looked at Nathan.
“What were you planning to do?”
He shook his head.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie.”
“We weren’t going to do anything.”
“Then why did my mother say the house?”
Margaret started crying.
I ignored her.
I walked to the filing cabinet in the corner of the room.
I pulled out the property documents.
Then I noticed something.
A document I had never seen before.
It was a loan agreement.
My name was on it.
I froze.
“What is this?”
Nathan moved toward me.
“Give me that.”
I pulled it away.
“You used our house as collateral?”
“No.”
I read the document again.
The signature looked like mine.
But something was wrong.
The signature wasn’t mine.
Not exactly.
Someone had copied it.
My stomach turned.
