proud of what I was trying to accomplish.
After I refused, Tyler appeared at the garage the next week with an attorney. They brought paperwork alleging Dad had lent me $90,000 in 2020, secured against the shop and service van. Tyler said the debt had been transferred to him and insisted both assets now belonged to him.
“Sign everything over,” Tyler whispered outside my office, “and we’ll forget the interest.”
The signature looked convincingly like mine. But the vehicle identification number caught my attention.
Rather than accuse anyone or
