The Thursday that changed everything began like all the others.<\/p>\n
Lauren arrived at two with her sunglasses pushed onto the top of her head and a paper cup sweating against her palm.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou look tired,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo do you.\u201d<\/p>\n
She laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI barely slept.\u201d<\/p>\n
I draped the cape around her shoulders.<\/p>\n
\u201cLong night?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNathan.\u201d<\/p>\n
The name landed between us.<\/p>\n
I picked up my comb.<\/p>\n
\u201cTrouble?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot exactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
She leaned toward the mirror.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe finally bought the ring.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat ring?\u201d<\/p>\n
She reached into her purse and pulled out her phone.<\/p>\n
A photograph filled the screen.<\/p>\n
A diamond ring.<\/p>\n
Large enough that even the tiny image made its value obvious.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe says the divorce is happening soon.\u201d<\/p>\n
I kept my face neutral.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds serious.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe says once he's free, we're going to do things properly.\u201d<\/p>\n
I separated her hair.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does properly mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHouse. Travel. Maybe marriage eventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
She said it with the confidence of someone who had already been promised a future.<\/p>\n
Then she lowered her voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe best part is his wife won't fight him.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her reflection.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe doesn't even know what they own.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hand tightened around the section of hair I was holding.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoesn't she?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lauren laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe thinks they're broke.\u201d<\/p>\n
I said nothing.<\/p>\n
She continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cNathan says she's been acting like everything is falling apart because she believes him.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt my throat tighten.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me she even took a cleaning job.\u201d<\/p>\n
The salon seemed to tilt.<\/p>\n
I had cleaned that dentist's office every Saturday since spring.<\/p>\n
Lauren looked at me through the mirror.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFine.\u201d<\/p>\n
I reached for another foil.<\/p>\n
She had no idea.<\/p>\n
That was the strangest part.<\/p>\n
She was describing my own life while looking directly at me.<\/p>\n
Then she mentioned the money.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are accounts she doesn't know about.\u201d<\/p>\n
I kept working.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of accounts?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBusiness stuff. A boat account. Some storage properties.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
She shrugged.<\/p>\n
\u201cI heard around four hundred thousand in one of them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Four hundred thousand.<\/p>\n
I thought about the medical appointment I had postponed because of a copay.<\/p>\n
I thought about the dryer in our laundry room that Nathan said we couldn't replace.<\/p>\n
I thought about every grocery bill I had studied before putting items back on the shelf.<\/p>\n
Four hundred thousand dollars existed somewhere while I was counting pennies.<\/p>\n
But Lauren wasn't finished.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd before he files, he's moving some of the liabilities.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat liabilities?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLoans. Taxes. Equipment guarantees.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are they going?\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo his wife.\u201d<\/p>\n
The foil slipped from my fingers.<\/p>\n
I caught it before it fell.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would she agree to that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe won't.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her reflection.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen how?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lauren shrugged.<\/p>\n
\u201cNathan says he'll handle the paperwork.\u201d<\/p>\n
A chill moved down my back.<\/p>\n
\u201cHandle it how?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe's been signing for her for years.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped breathing for a second.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked surprised by my reaction.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe says she doesn't care about paperwork.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of the documents Nathan had brought home over the years.<\/p>\n
Insurance renewals.<\/p>\n
Bank forms.<\/p>\n
Business documents.<\/p>\n
Tax papers.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust sign here, Becca.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sometimes I had read them.<\/p>\n
Sometimes I hadn't.<\/p>\n
Because after twenty-six years, I trusted the person handing them to me.<\/p>\n
Now I wondered how many times that trust had been used.<\/p>\n
Lauren's phone buzzed.<\/p>\n
She glanced down.<\/p>\n
\u201cNathan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does he want?\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe's asking whether I found someone who can notarize the transfer documents.\u201d<\/p>\n
I kept my eyes on the mirror.<\/p>\n
\u201cTransfer documents?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe needs someone who doesn't know him.\u201d<\/p>\n
I forced myself to sound curious.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe says the papers need his signature witnessed.\u201d<\/p>\n
She laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told him my hairdresser is a notary.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse jumped.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou did?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs that okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
The certificate had hung beside my station for eleven years.<\/p>\n
Nathan knew I was a notary.<\/p>\n
He simply had no idea his girlfriend had been sitting in my chair every Thursday.<\/p>\n
And he certainly had no idea Lauren was about to bring his paperwork directly to his wife.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat time did he want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFriday afternoon.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell him four.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lauren smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're saving me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled back.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
After she left, I locked the salon office door and called a divorce attorney.<\/p>\n
Her name was Camille Foster.<\/p>\n
I had never met her before.<\/p>\n
I told her enough to make her stop typing.<\/p>\n
Then I told her everything.<\/p>\n
She asked questions.<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
She asked whether I had proof.<\/p>\n
I said I had notes.<\/p>\n
She told me to bring them.<\/p>\n
The next morning, I sat across from her in a quiet office that smelled faintly of coffee and paper.<\/p>\n
She read my notes slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't confront him yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn't planning to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes he know you're a notary?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes he know Lauren knows you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Camille leaned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen let him make the mistake himself.\u201d<\/p>\n
At four o'clock the next day, Nathan's truck pulled into the salon parking lot.<\/p>\n
Lauren sat in the passenger seat.<\/p>\n
I watched through the window.<\/p>\n
Nathan walked inside carrying a brown folder.<\/p>\n
He was wearing the same navy shirt he had worn that morning at breakfast.<\/p>\n
The same watch I had given him for our twentieth anniversary.<\/p>\n
He looked around the salon.<\/p>\n
Then his eyes found me.<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca?\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello, Nathan.\u201d<\/p>\n
For a moment, neither of us moved.<\/p>\n
Lauren stepped inside behind him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou two know each other?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan looked at her.<\/p>\n
Then at me.<\/p>\n
Then at the notary stamp sitting on the counter.<\/p>\n
His face lost its color.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think there's been a mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n
I rested my hand on the folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of mistake?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought you were someone else.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone else who happens to look exactly like your wife?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lauren stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour wife?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cLauren, wait outside.\u201d<\/p>\n
She didn't move.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is happening?\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened the folder.<\/p>\n
The first document contained Nathan's name.<\/p>\n
The second contained mine.<\/p>\n
Rebecca Anne Lawson.<\/p>\n
I read the page carefully.<\/p>\n
Equipment obligations.<\/p>\n
A personal guarantee.<\/p>\n
Tax liabilities.<\/p>\n
Then I saw something worse.<\/p>\n
An older corporate authorization carried a signature that looked like mine.<\/p>\n
It wasn't.<\/p>\n
I knew my own signature.<\/p>\n
Nathan had copied it.<\/p>\n
Not perfectly.<\/p>\n
But enough that someone looking quickly might accept it.<\/p>\n
I held the page up.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou signed my name.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan's expression hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is business.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I placed the paper on the counter.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is my identity.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lauren looked between us.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan snapped, \u201cGo outside.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stepped back.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me she was practically gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was never gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan turned toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecca, we can talk about this privately.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pointed at the documents.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lauren picked up one of the pages.<\/p>\n
Her eyes moved across the figures.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said these were transfers for your company.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey are.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said they were assets.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey're complicated.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do they have to do with you?\u201d<\/p>\n
I answered before Nathan could.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was putting the liabilities in my name.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan's jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn't what the documents mean.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned another page.<\/p>\n
\u201cLoan.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another.<\/p>\n
\u201cTax obligation.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another.<\/p>\n
\u201cPersonal guarantee.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then the record connected to the boat account.<\/p>\n
Lauren stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said the boat was ours.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan didn't answer.<\/p>\n
Her face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said you bought it for us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told you, you don't understand how the company is structured.\u201d<\/p>\n
She laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently nobody does except you.\u201d<\/p>\n
A moment later, the curtain near the shampoo area moved.<\/p>\n
Camille stepped out.<\/p>\n
Nathan stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy attorney,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
He looked at me as if he had finally understood the scale of his mistake.<\/p>\n
Camille spoke calmly.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Lawson, I recommend that you don't make any further statements until you've consulted your own counsel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou planned this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I lifted the forged document.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou did.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lauren's eyes filled with tears.<\/p>\n
She reached into her purse.<\/p>\n
The engagement ring came out.<\/p>\n
She placed it on the counter beside my notary stamp.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't want it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan stared at her.<\/p>\n
Lauren looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI'm sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then she walked out.<\/p>\n
Nathan followed her.<\/p>\n
At the doorway, he stopped.<\/p>\n
For one brief second, he looked like the man I had married.<\/p>\n
Then my eyes returned to the false signature.<\/p>\n
That man was gone.<\/p>\n
And I had a feeling the affair was only the smallest part of what I had just uncovered.<\/p>\n
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