Chapter 5 - Trevor Took More Than Six Hundred
The six hundred dollars from our kitchen jar had become the symbol of
Trevor leaving.
Now it looked almost childish.
The forty-eight-thousand-dollar loan had been deposited into an account
I never knew existed, then transferred toward Trevor’s student debt,
exam expenses, rent, and a brokerage account.
“When did you find this?” I asked Roman.
“This morning.”
“Why didn’t you call?”
“I wanted verification before telling you someone may have stolen your
identity.”
I was still angry.
Then Roman showed me why he had come to the Galleria.
A photograph of the rhodium cufflinks I had been considering.
“I came to stop you from buying me these.”
“You were going to buy your own gift?”
“I was going to prevent a terrible purchase.”
Despite everything, I laughed.
Then I looked back at the loan.
Trevor had not merely abandoned me.
He may have used my identity while I worked double shifts to support
him.
Roman touched the file.
May you like
“We verify. We don’t assume.”
He knew exactly what I needed to hear.
