”
Dad’s eyebrows lifted.
“Good lungs,” he said.
I walked toward the door.
Dad shook his head.
“I can talk through wood,” I said.
He didn’t like it. He also knew I was right.
“What do you mean he used your name?” I called.
A pause.
Vanessa breathed hard on the other side. “He opened a line of credit under my company. Three months ago. I thought it was for the continue reading …