A month later, another envelope arrived—this time from a debt agency. It referenced Jake’s name, claiming unpaid balances. Jake snorted, tossing it aside. “What rubbish, like what would I have had to do with a debt agency?” he joked, trying to sound amused, though a slight tension tightened his jaw.
Sandra laughed along with him, brushing off the hint of worry that flickered in her stomach. Such errors happened, she told herself. Companies made mistakes. Databases jumbled up information. It didn’t seem important enough to question, especially when Jake waved it off with such confident dismissal.