There it was.
Richard Cook: 0%.
Brenda Cook: 0%.
Farrah Cook: 100% managing member.
My signature appeared at the bottom.
Except I had never signed it.
My parents had forged my signature, transferred their collapsing company into my name, and used my clean credit to keep it alive. Loans, vendor accounts, equipment leases, payroll tax debt—every piece of it had been quietly shifted onto my shoulders.
They had not stolen my passport because Harper needed help.
They had stolen it because if I left, Cook Catering would implode, and the government would come after the legal owner.
