He reached out, his fingers twitching, but he didn’t touch me.

“If you press charges for the assault, the police will look at her bank accounts.”

“They’ll see the direct deposits from the lenders.”

“They’ll trace the IP address she used to sign the forms.”

“It was her home computer.”

I leaned back against the cool brick wall of the hallway.

My mind raced through the implications.

If my name was on those loans, my credit, my medical license, and my entire career at County General were at risk.

“How did she get my information?” I asked.

“My Social Security number.”

“My tax returns.”

Jason swallowed hard.

“She has an old file cabinet in the attic,” he said.

“From when Grandfather died.”

“She kept copies of everything you sent them when you applied for college.”

“And she got Daniel to help her with the rest.”

I froze.

“Daniel?” I asked.

My own brother.

“He didn’t know she was going to forge it,” Jason said quickly, trying to defend him.

“He just gave her the login to your old email account.”

“The one you used during residency.”