JOSIE
“What do you mean, my husband called and wanted to be added to my bank account?” I can hear my heartbeat in my ears; my hand shakes as it grips my phone. “I’m single!”
“Oh dear. It’s a good thing we always check.” Suddenly, the cheerful bank rep on the other end sounds almost as worried as I feel. “He had your full name and address. Should I contact the authorities?”
“Yes, please do that.” I don’t know who Marvin thinks he is, trying to pull this, but I’m so done with him. I’d feel safer if that smelly, stalkery neckbeard is put away in jail. “I’ll wait for the police to call me.”
I’m lucky that Marvin doesn’t know my account or social security numbers. But the information he does have is bad enough. My home address and my new phone number, which I’ve changed three times since he
