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My parents took a $650K loan in my name for my sister. A credit alert woke me up at 3 AM. I checked my reports online. My perfect score was obliterated. That's when I smiled and made one phone call. My name is Carmen Rodriguez. I'm 32. And if you think this is just about money, you're about to discover how wrong you are. Before we jump back in, tell us where you're tuning in from, and if this story touches you, make sure you're subscribed—because tomorrow, I've saved something extra special for you! Picture this: You've spent fifteen years building something from nothing. Every bill paid on time. Every credit card balance zeroed out. Every financial decision calculated down to the penny. Your credit score sits at a pristine 847 – the kind of number that opens doors, secures dreams, and represents years of discipline that most people never achieve. Now imagine waking up to discover it's all gone. Not lost. Not damaged. Stolen. By the very people who taught you the value of a dollar. The notification came through my banking app at exactly 3:17 AM on a Tuesday in March. "Credit monitoring alert: Significant changes detected on your credit report." My stomach dropped before my brain even processed what I was reading. I sat up in my bed in my modest apartment in Riverside Heights, fingers trembling as I opened the credit monitoring app that had been my financial guardian for over a decade. The number that greeted me felt like a physical blow. 547. My credit score had plummeted nearly 300 points overnight. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was the reason why. There, listed in cold, clinical detail, was a mortgage loan for $650,000. Approved. Disbursed. Active. Under my name, my social security number, my financial identity that I had crafted with obsessive care since I was seventeen years old.