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later.
I opened the attachment and saw my name on the electronic signature line.
Except I had never signed anything.
My father hadn’t just stolen my money.
He had forged my identity to do it.
I called my father from the parking garage of my office building.
I needed privacy.
I needed to hear his voice when he explained.
He answered on the second ring.
“Renee,continue reading …
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