I checked every drawer twice. The old license wasn\u2019t in the cabinet, the desk, or the blue folder. I remembered Mason asking for it months earlier because he needed my birth date to update our insurance.<\/p>\n
He could have copied it then.<\/p>\n
I told Dana and the detective. The detective asked me to send a list of places where the license might have been stored. I did, then changed the locks on the filing cabinet and the side door.<\/p>\n
That evening, Linda and George came to the house alone. They stood outside until I invited them in.<\/p>\n
Linda looked older than she had two days earlier. She carried no pie this time. George held a manila envelope.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe owe you an apology,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
He sat at the kitchen table and placed the envelope between us. Inside were printouts of emails Mason had sent them. The messages described the plan to move them into the bungalow, how he would arrange the financing, and how he expected me to cooperate.<\/p>\n
One email said: Claire knows family comes first. She won\u2019t let you sleep in a motel.<\/p>\n
Another said the lower level would be \u201cready for occupancy\u201d within two months. I showed them the contractor email that said the basement was not suitable as an apartment and would require substantial work.<\/p>\n
Linda read it with her hand over her mouth.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told us you had already approved the renovations.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
George tapped the page. \u201cHe said the bank was going to lend against the house. I thought he meant you\u2019d agreed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he say why he needed the loan?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said the family account was short,\u201d Linda replied. \u201cHe didn\u2019t say it was a client account.\u201d<\/p>\n
I asked what family account he meant. George said Mason had told them he was moving money into a joint emergency fund. They had sent him $12,000 over the past year, believing it would be used to clear their rent arrears and cover a future move.<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he give you receipts?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d George said. \u201cHe said the bank was handling it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mason had used his parents\u2019 fear of losing their apartment to collect money from them. He had used my house to try to borrow more. The lie had grown each time someone tried to help.<\/p>\n
Linda lowered her head. \u201cWe thought we were making it easier for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe should have asked you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I said. \u201cYou should have.\u201d<\/p>\n
George looked down. \u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was no comfort in telling them I forgave them. I didn\u2019t. But I could see that they had been deceived too.<\/p>\n
I asked whether they would give the emails to Dana. George said he had brought them for that reason.<\/p>\n
I scanned every page. Dana added them to the file. She said the messages might establish what Mason had promised, though the bank would have to determine what he had done with the money.<\/p>\n
The next morning, I met with the county detective. Her name was Ruiz. She was direct and patient, and she didn\u2019t promise an outcome. She asked me to describe the house, the relationship, the agreement, the loan, and the missing license.<\/p>\n
I told her everything in order. I did not soften it to protect Mason.<\/p>\n
Detective Ruiz asked if I had any reason to believe he might come back angry. I said he had not threatened me, but he had been under pressure. She gave me a number to call if he showed up and asked me to keep our communication in writing.<\/p>\n
At the hospital, I told my supervisor I needed a few days of leave. I had kept working through the first shock, but my attention had begun to slip. A medication order I would normally catch had sat on my screen for several minutes before I noticed the dosage error. No patient received the wrong medication. Still, I knew I needed rest.<\/p>\n
That afternoon, Dana received a notice from the bank. The application had been frozen. The account review had been referred to compliance, and the bank wanted to preserve my documents.<\/p>\n
Mason called after receiving a message from the detective.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t believe you involved the police,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI reported someone using my identity.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know what this does to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know what you did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was trying to fix things before anyone got hurt.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou hurt people already.\u201d<\/p>\n
He said the client account had been an accounting problem. He said no money was missing. He said the loan would have replaced it before anyone noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did you use my name?\u201d<\/p>\n
He exhaled. \u201cBecause you would have said no.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was my right.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought you\u2019d understand once it was done.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou thought I\u2019d forgive you after you took away the choice.\u201d<\/p>\n
He fell silent.<\/p>\n
I asked where he was staying. He said it didn\u2019t matter.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you still in Cleveland?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you in New York?\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
I ended the call.<\/p>\n
That night, my daughter moved whenever I lay still. I rested both hands over my stomach and listened to the heater click on.<\/p>\n
The house had not changed ownership. The loan had not gone through. The bank was investigating. The detectives had the documents.<\/p>\n
Yet every room felt altered. I could see where Mason\u2019s things had been, and every absence seemed intentional.<\/p>\n
At 11:14, my phone lit with a message from Kelsey.<\/p>\n
Mason says he\u2019s coming tomorrow. He wants to talk to you and our parents together.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t reply.<\/p>\n
Dana advised me not to meet him alone.<\/p>\n
The next day, he arrived with his parents behind him.<\/p>\n
END PART 8<\/p>\n