No.”
The woman’s voice grew quieter.
“Then I’m going to place an immediate fraud hold on this application.”
Rachel shut her eyes.
“How much was the loan?”
Another pause.
“Two hundred and sixty thousand dollars.”
For one moment, Rachel heard absolutely nothing.
Not the breeze. Not Chloe laughing. Not the tractor clicking faintly as its engine cooled.
Nothing.
“Two hundred and sixty thousand?”
“Yes.”
“Secured by what?”
“The application identifies your primary residence as supporting collateral.”
Rachel stood so quickly that the plastic crate beside her overturned.
Corn scattered across the dirt.
“Our house?”
“Yes.”
Rachel covered her mouth.
Brandon had not simply moved money.
He had attempted to borrow against the house where their children slept.
Using her income and her identity.
A signature she hadn’t provided.
“Mrs. Carter?”
“I’m still here.”
“We’ll need a formal affidavit. I also recommend contacting your bank, mortgage lender, and the credit bureaus
