Mark:
“Did you freeze the Amex?”
Dana:
“Mom’s card isn’t working either.”
Lorraine:
“Claire, call the bank. This is humiliating.”
I was on a train to Lyon when Priya sent me another document.
It was the lender’s authorization form.
My electronic signature appeared at the bottom.
But the technical records told another story.
The document had been submitted from Mark’s home-office connection while I had been in Chicago.
And the recovery email on the account belonged to Lorraine.
Any remaining doubt disappeared.
They had made one enormous mistake.
They assumed
