Chapter 11 - WHAT I SIGNED
I wanted the guarantee to be pure forgery.
It wasn’t.
That made the truth uglier.
Aaron found the digital-signature history.
Eighteen months earlier, Dad sent me a document during a chaotic workday.
Subject:
Roof insurance paperwork.
I opened it on my phone.
Four signature tabs.
I signed.
The first pages concerned their homeowners insurance.
The final attachment was labeled FINANCIAL SUPPORT ACKNOWLEDGMENT.
I did not read it carefully.
It authorized Harbor Financial to verify my assets and consider me as family guarantor subject to separate final consent.
Separate final consent.
I never gave that.
But I had opened the door.
Dad used the preliminary authorization to build the application.
Then a final electronic signature was applied through my credential after a password reset.
Fraud investigators would later focus there.
Still, I had signed without reading.
I told Martin:
“I helped them.”
“You authorized verification, not the loan.”
“I still signed.”
“Yes.”
Good.
May you like
No absolution.
I needed accuracy more than comfort.
