four digits of my Social Security number and the date I had supposedly signed the refinancing documents.
“June 14, 2022,” she said.
I remembered that day immediately.
I had been in Boston giving a client presentation.
Maria sent the documents through a secure portal.
There it was.
My name.
My income.
My credit score.
And a signature that looked almost exactly like mine.
This wasn’t the original mortgage I had been helping my parents pay.
Three years earlier, they had refinanced the property for $612,000 and added me as
