I pictured my mother standing in the marble foyer during the viewing, trailing her fingers across the staircase as if the house had already accepted her. My father had talked about the pool, the neighborhood, the distance from the city.
Neither of them had asked whether guaranteeing the loan put my own finances at risk.
“They’ll lose the deposit,” I said.
“Possibly part of it. That depends on the purchase agreement.”
A familiar pressure formed in my chest, separate from the injury.
“They’ll say I destroyed everything.”
Priya leaned forward.
“No. A loan they could not obtain without your signature was never theirs to begin with.”
I said nothing.
She opened the portfolio.
“I also contacted the bank regarding the authorizations attached to your personal accounts. We have frozen outgoing transfers while they investigate. Your cards will be replaced. Your online access credentials have been reset.”
“What about Garrett?”
