He Married a Forensic Accountant and Decided Fraud Was a Good Hobby. He Forgot Who My Father Was

And the collateral listed on the guarantee — the asset the bank would come for if the company went under — was my condominium.

The one I had inherited.

The one that had never been his, or ours, or anything but mine.

I had found the forged guarantee eleven days before I went into labor.

And I had made a decision, standing in my study with that document open on the screen and my son turning over inside me: I would not confront him yet.

I would wait until after the birth, and I would go in with facts instead of accusations, because accusations can be argued with and facts cannot.