By nine-thirty, I sat inside a glass-walled office across from Melissa and Daniel Cho from commercial lending.
A folder rested between us.
Daniel opened it.
The first page had my full name at the top.
Natalie Elizabeth Reed.
Underneath was an address I knew immediately.
Kayla’s company.
K Reed Wellness.
I frowned.
“I don’t work there.”
Daniel looked uncomfortable.
“According to these documents, you own fifty-one percent.”
For several seconds, the words made no sense.
Then I laughed.
Not because anything was funny.
Sometimes reality becomes so absurd your body
