He held up a document.
“This says a company was opened under your name.”
“What?”
“Three companies, actually.”
The crowd gasped again.
My hands started shaking.
“I never opened any company.”
“I know.”
He turned another page.
“According to these records, whoever did generated several million dollars.”
Several million.
The number barely felt real.
Then the front door burst open.
My father stumbled onto the porch.
Not proudly.
Not confidently.
