A Generous Gesture and an Unsettling Debt

Elara stared at her phone, mind racing as she processed Beck Harper's words.

"Someone's been using my identity?" she repeated, shifting on the couch to better elevate her throbbing ankle.

"It appears so," Beck replied. "The woman who brought in the car matched your description perfectly. She had your ID and insurance information."

Elara's stomach knotted. "What kind of car was it?"

"A silver Audi A6, license plate TRH-4389."

Her breath caught. That was definitely her car. "That is my car. But I haven't driven it since this morning when I arrived at work. It should be in the Thorne Industries parking garage."

"I see." Beck's tone shifted from suspicious to concerned. "Mrs. Thorne, I'll look into this situation immediately. In the meantime, would you like me to have someone deliver your car to you?"

Elara glanced down at her bandaged ankle. She wouldn't be driving anywhere tonight regardless.