They Bought a Car in My Name

It was just a backyard barbecue. Burgers. Lemonade. Nothing serious.

Then my grandma stood up and said, “Your car loan’s fully paid now. $12,000 isn’t cheap,

but you’re worth it.” I blinked. “Grandma… I don’t have a car.”

The table went dead quiet. Right then, my sister walked in smiling,

dangling brand-new keys. No one explained. No one even looked at me.

Two hours later, I checked my loan app. Approved. $12,000.

In my name. That’s when grandma slid a thick folder across the table without saying a

word. Contracts. Dealership papers. My signature. Only—I never signed