And then I let my father make his second call.
“Samantha. The venue says you’re refusing to pay. They’re saying you called them making accusations. What is wrong with you? This is a family debt—”
“Dad,” I said. “It’s not a family debt. It’s a forged one. Someone signed my name on a $24,000 guarantee I never agreed to. Someone used my address and my email to make me legally responsible for Justin’s wedding — the wedding I wasn’t invited to, that I paid twelve thousand dollars toward as a gift, that I drove six hours to attend before finding out it had happened the day before.
I know who forged it. So do you, I suspect.
Here’s what’s happening now. I’ve reported it as identity fraud. I’ve engaged a military attorney. And forging a Navy officer’s financial documents isn’t a family squabble I’m going to smooth over the way I’ve smoothed over everything for this family my entire life.
