Daniel chose his mother after she hu:mi:liated me at dinner. I walked out without fighting back because at noon, I was returning with proof that their beloved mansion was legally mine.

opened an email from the title company.

The identification used to notarize my forged signature was a counterfeit driver’s license with my face on it.

According to the metadata, the image had been created on Daniel’s laptop six months before my grandfather died.

That meant Daniel had known about the trust before I did, and whatever he was planning had begun long before that lunch.

At 12:18, I walked back through the same front doors with Rebecca beside me and a certified copy of the occupancy agreement in my