My husband and I were packing for a vacation we had financed with a loan the day before.

“Can you print everything for me?” I asked.

Maya nodded. “I already did.”

He placed the folder in my hands as if it weighed a thousand pounds.

When I walked out of the bank, the sunlight felt too bright. I sat in my car and looked at my phone.

Logan had sent a message:

Logan: Hurry. I booked massages for tomorrow. Don’t forget your passport.

I glanced at the folder on the passenger seat.

Then I did something I had never done in our entire marriage.

I didn’t reply.

Instead of going home, I drove straight to my office.

My company’s HR director, Sharon Mills, listened with wide eyes as I explained what the bank had shown me. She confirmed what was obvious: the pay stubs attached to the loan application had not come from their system. Someone had copied my information and altered it.

Sharon walked with me to the IT department, where they helped me change all my passwords, enable two-step verification, and check whether anyone had recently accessed work files through my account. The thought that Logan might have been digging into more than just my finances made my stomach twist.