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Chapter 2 — They Brought My Forged Signature—But My Attorney Was Already Waiting

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Dana exhaled loudly.

“She doesn’t remember everything she signs.

We’ve been dealing with paperwork for weeks.”

I looked straight at her.

“I remember this one because I never saw it before this morning.”

Gary shook his head.

“Don’t start.”

The phrase hit me harder than I expected.

Don’t start.

As if noticing that my name had been forged was bad behavior.

As if their arrival with a truck was ordinary and my objection was the disruption.

My attorney closed Dana’s folder and rested it on top of his own.

“Then we have two separate issues,” he said.

“The first is whether this document is valid.

The second is whether it would give you the authority you claim even if it were valid.”

Victor stepped forward.

“It does.

We had it prepared correctly.”

My attorney turned his head toward him.

“You had it prepared?”

Victor’s face tightened.

Gary immediately cut in.

“He means we helped organize things.

Stop twisting words.”

But the sentence had already landed.

One of the movers looked at the other.

Dana saw it too.

“Can we discuss this privately?”

“No,” I said.

It was the first time I had interrupted her all morning.

She stared at me.

I stepped farther onto the porch.

“You brought strangers to my grandparents’ house with a moving truck.

You unlocked my door.

You brought a document with my name on it.

You don’t get privacy now.”

My voice was shaking, but I did not stop.

Gary’s face hardened.

“Your grandparents trusted us to guide you.”

“They trusted me with the cabin.”

“You’re a kid.”

“I’m the person they left it to.”

Victor scoffed.

“A technicality.”

My attorney’s eyes moved toward him again.

That was when he opened his own file.

Inside were several documents, neatly clipped together.

I recognized the top page only by its shape and the blue edge of the backing sheet.

I could not read it from where I stood, but I knew what it was.

The confirmation I had authorized at 11:37 the night before.

My attorney removed it.

“At 11:37 p.m.,” he said, “the assets inherited from her grandparents were transferred into the irrevocable trust their estate plan permitted her to establish upon reaching eighteen.

The transfer was authenticated with her biometric signature and time-stamped through the secure system.”

Nobody moved.

The mountain seemed strangely quiet around us.

Gary looked at me.