Except I\u2019d never opened these accounts. Never seen these cards. But there was my name, my Social Security number, a falsified mark where mine should\u2019ve been\u2014fifteen different cards, all maxed out.<\/p>\n
Total balance: $96,000.<\/p>\n
He\u2019d stolen my identity.<\/p>\n
My husband\u2014the man who held my hand through childbirth and my mother\u2019s funeral and our daughter\u2019s wedding\u2014had used my name to do it.<\/p>\n
I sat there for a long time, breathing in and out, trying to anchor myself to something real.<\/p>\n
At the bottom of the box was an envelope\u2014thick, cream-colored\u2014my name written in Bob\u2019s handwriting across the front.<\/p>\n
I opened it with steady hands.<\/p>\n
The grief, the shock\u2014all of it had burned away. What was left was something colder. Clearer.<\/p>\n
Inside was a letter.<\/p>\n
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