So did my signature.
Except I had never applied for that loan.
“Andrew,” I whispered, “what am I looking at?”
He took my hand.
“Someone has been trying to use your identity.”
Kayla started crying.
This time, I couldn’t tell whether the tears were genuine.
“Please,” she said.
“Let me explain before you decide I’m some kind of criminal.”
I pulled my hand away from hers when she reached for me.
“Start talking.”
She looked toward the front door, then at Andrew’s phone.
Finally, she sank into a chair.
“It started with the messages,” she said.
“What messages?”
“The ones my boyfriend found.”
“You told me he was controlling.”
“He was.”
“Kayla.”
She pressed both palms against her forehead.
“His name was Marcus.
We were together for six years, and for most of that time, things were good.
We talked about getting married.
We even looked at houses.”
