Chapter 2: The Signature That Was Almost Mine
The message read: “The landlord needs your signature tonight.
He won’t hold our apartment much longer.”
“Our apartment?” My voice shook.
Nathan grabbed for the phone, but I pulled it away.
“It isn’t what you think.”
“Then tell me what I should think.”
“The company changed the housing budget,” he said.
“Susan and I were offered a two-bedroom apartment.
Separate rooms.”
“You agreed to live with her?”
“I was going to find another place once I arrived.”
“Then why does the landlord need your signature?”
Nathan went silent.
The phone buzzed again.
Susan had sent a document.
I opened it before Nathan could stop me.
Both their names were on the lease, and the move-in date was two days earlier than Nathan had told me he was leaving.
At the bottom was another attachment marked: SPOUSAL CONSENT.
“What is this?”
Nathan’s face went pale.
“Natalie, please let me explain.”
I opened the attachment.
My name was typed beneath a signature that looked almost exactly like mine.
Almost.
“You signed my name?”
“No.
I swear I didn’t.”
Before I could answer, someone knocked hard on our front door.
Nathan stared toward the hallway.
“Don’t open it.”
That was when I realized he already knew who was standing outside.
Why was Natalie’s signature on the document—and who had Nathan so frightened?
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