At 1 A.M., My Parents Demanded $20,000 for My Brother — By Morning, the Police Were at My Door

set up a transfer using your personal information.”

The room felt like it was shrinking. “Someone tried to access my bank account?”

Ramirez’s gaze held mine, professional but not unkind. “Do your parents have access to your banking information? Your passwords? Any shared accounts?”

“No,” I said quickly, perhaps too quickly. “Not anymore.”

“What about your continue reading …