on Valley, a world I had conquered, or so I thought. I drove my rental car down Main Street, past the familiar but faded storefronts. I was here for a sin
oked like it hadn't changed since the 1950s. My goal was simple: close my parents' ac
rected to the office of the bank manager, a man named Mr. He
ile on his desk. "It's been a long tim
evel. "I'm here to finalize their accou
f course. We have all the paperwork here. Your parents' accounts a
ing the silence
your outst
oan? I don't have a loan with this bank.
. "Well, our records show otherwise, Alex. A signifi
acing to process the absurdity. "Four hundred thousand? That's imp
as if he was on more solid ground now. "The loan was taken out under your
rising anger. "Show me," I dema
side, I saw a loan application filled with my personal information: my social security number, my date
closing a multi-million dollar deal on the date this was supposedly signed. I
er and pulled out another document. "Perhaps this will clar
cate, issued by the county clerk's office. It stated tha
een this woma
oreign and ridiculous on my tongue. "I have nev
The situation had spiraled from a bureau
epeated, pushing the certificate back
condescending, as if speaking to a child. "The loan, the marriage
t the words stopped my heart for a second. "Wh
showed that my family home, my parents' house, had been "so
document, another
office. "This is a joke. This is insane. I am telling you, I did
en satisfaction-in his eyes. "The signature on the loan applicati
heck the digital timestamp on that signature file. When wa
king in, searching fo
of a second. "Our systems are secure, Mr. Mill
can prove I was on another continent. I can prove I'm not married.
ional mask slipping back into place.
ill be facing a lawsuit that will make that four-hundred-thousand-dollar loan look like pocket change.
floor. I was shaking, not from fear, but f
, a man who was eithe
whisper. "Because I am coming for my life, and
sun outside felt like an insult. My phone buzzed in my pocket, but I ignored it. My quiet