One account had been opened with my personal identification.
Another contained electronic signatures created from an address I didn’t recognize.
A third showed transfers that appeared to benefit Mark’s business while leaving me legally associated with the debt.
At first, I wanted to believe the forged signatures would be obvious to everyone.
Miriam corrected that assumption.
“Fraud can take time to prove,” she told me.
“We need the source records, not just suspicious copies.”
I hated how patient she was.
I wanted doors kicked open.
I wanted Mark confronted.
I wanted every person who had taken money from frightened families to be stopped immediately.
Instead, I spent hours answering questions about account numbers, dates, passwords, and documents I’d signed years before.
Then came the interview that changed how I understood my own marriage.
Detective Rachel Sloane was a financial investigator in her early forties.
She had a calm voice and an unsettling ability to notice what people avoided saying.
