The clerk stepped forward and spoke clearly. “We are here to deliver formal notice regarding a complaint for fraud, identity misuse, and asset protection measures requested by Ms. Pierce.”
Gloria laughed nervously, trying to dismiss the situation as if it were beneath her. “This is ridiculous, we are family, there is no need for theatrics.”
The woman ignored her completely and looked only at me. “I am with the financial protection agency, and I need to confirm whether you wish to proceed and whether you feel safe at this moment.”
No one had asked me that question in years, and hearing it made something inside me settle into certainty.
“Yes,” I said firmly. “Please come in.”
Dylan tried to block the doorway, but the clerk opened his folder and asked calmly, “Can you prove ownership of this property if you are claiming it is yours.”
Dylan had no answer.
Gloria stepped in quickly with forced elegance. “They are married, so everything she owns belongs to him.”
“That is not how the law works,” the woman replied without hesitation. “Especially not when there is evidence of unauthorized accounts, forged signatures, and misappropriated mortgage funds.”