Maya nodded as if she’d heard it a hundred times. “We also found a recent attempt to open a second line of credit in her name with a different address. It was submitted from an IP address linked to her home internet.”

My ears were ringing. “Are you saying Logan is stealing my identity?”

Maya didn’t use the word steal. It wasn’t necessary.

“I’m saying that someone used their information without their consent,” she said. “And because they’re married, the consequences could become very complicated if they don’t disassociate themselves from this immediately.”

I gripped the edge of the desk. “What do I do?”

Maya handed me a printed list: steps to secure my accounts, freeze my credit, and file a police report if necessary. Then she leaned slightly toward me.

“You’re not the first wife this has happened to,” he said. “And the most dangerous moment is when the other person realizes you already know.”

I thought about Logan asleep beside me. His confident calm. The way he had said that we “deserved” the vacation.

A vacation financed with falsified documents.

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