Soon after, my sister sent a message asking when I would transfer the money they expected. At the same time, I received an email asking me to verify employment details I never provided.
My fear turned into urgency and I drove straight to my parents’ house. I used my spare key and walked inside without announcing myself. The house felt tense and unusually quiet.
From the kitchen, I heard my mother speaking in a low but urgent voice.
“If she does not pay, we will all be in trouble,” she said.
A man I did not recognize replied in a calm tone.
“Then make sure she understands the situation,” he said.
I stood still at the edge of the hallway, realizing this was no longer just about money.
Part 2
I left the kitchen without making any noise because I knew if I stayed, I would explode.
In the hallway, the air felt colder and more normal. I backed away slowly until I reached the front door. My hands were sweaty and my mouth tasted like metal.
I went outside, got into my car, and just sat there holding the steering wheel. I kept asking myself the same question over and over again.
Who was that man in my parents’ kitchen?