Four hundred and twelve thousand dollars.

My breath slowed as I read the line beneath the amount, where my own name was typed as the sole guarantor of the debt.

And beside the typed text, in a fluid, upward-slanting hand, was my signature.

I pushed my glasses up with my middle finger and ran back through three years of my own personal ledgers in my mind, every obligation I had ever taken on, and I knew with the certainty of my whole profession that I had never seen this document and had never authorized a loan of that size for Jonathan’s company.

My hand did not shake.