Slowly, I turned toward Diane.

Thomas continued.

“What they didn’t have was the rotating security code tied to the physical card.”

My hands started trembling.

The party.

The deposit.

The urgency.

They had never intended to borrow the money.

They had already tried to steal it.

“How?” I whispered.

Grant’s jaw tightened.

“That’s not all.”

Thomas laid several papers on the tray beside my bed.

“There are three credit accounts in your name that you didn’t open.”

My vision blurred.

“How much?”

He hesitated.

“Approximately one hundred and forty-six thousand dollars.”

I stared at him.

The number didn’t feel real.

Brielle suddenly yelled, “Mom said Natalie knew!”

My mother spun around.

“Shut up.”

The officer moved closer.

“No. Keep talking.”

Brielle’s face crumpled.

“You said she’d agreed!”

“Stop.”

“You said she owed us!”

“Brielle.”

“You said it was family money!”

“SHUT UP!”

I had never heard my mother scream like that.