My Father Stole My Identity

Summary

I had just stepped through the front door for my vacation when my phone buzzed with a bank alert.

"Your $50,000 personal loan has been approved and disbursed."

I froze. I had never applied for a loan in my life.

Suddenly, a string of notifications flooded my screen―approvals from various credit lines and predatory lenders.

Ice crept through my veins as I rushed into the living room. My father was already there, sitting at the table with a tattered old ledger.

"Cora, your mother passed away