The destroyed reputation.
It had never been personal.
It had been practical.
If everyone believed I was a criminal…
Nobody would question unusual financial activity connected to my name.
Nobody would contact me.
Nobody would listen if I protested.
For four years, my parents had buried me socially while using my identity financially.
The whole town stared in disbelief.
Then Mr. Greer stepped beside me.
The mailman who had secretly forwarded every letter.
The only person who refused to believe the rumors.
He smiled sadly.
“I knew something wasn’t right.”
I looked at him.
“Why?”
