Edward held the paper under the parking lot lights, his eyes moving back and forth across the line items.

“He didn’t report this to the court,” Edward said plainly.

“If your name is still on the master file, the state treats you as an equal owner of that debt or asset.”

“I don’t have forty-one thousand dollars to pay back if he defaulted on something,” I said.

Edward reached into his own car, grabbed a black laptop bag from the back seat, and walked straight over to my passenger door.

“Unlock the doors,” Edward said.