“She’s here,” he muttered suddenly. “I have to go.”
I stepped into the kitchen and called out evenly, “Hi, I came home for a minute.”
Seconds later, he appeared wrapped in the blanket, coughing theatrically.
“What are you doing here?” he asked with a strained smile.
“I brought soup,” I said, watching him carefully.
When I asked who he’d been speaking to, he replied, “Work stuff,” without meeting my eyes.
A few minutes later, my phone buzzed with an email: Midwest Federal Bank – Account Change Confirmation.I had never set up those alerts.
At the bank, an employee informed me that a new phone number had been added to our account that morning. Mail notifications were redirected to an address tied to someone named Jordan Russell. There was also a pending request to remove me as a joint account holder.
I immediately froze the account and required in-person verification for any changes.
Then I called my friend Holly, a paralegal, and told her everything.
“Check the property records today,” she advised.
