in the background.
Someone had handed her another document.
She photographed it and sent it to me.
At the bottom of the investor packet was a signature page.
My signature.
Convincing enough to fool a stranger.
Wrong enough to make my hands go cold.
And directly beneath it was the name of the witness who claimed to have watched me sign.
My mother.
PART 3
My mother had witnessed a signature I never made.
At that moment, the anniversary stopped being about exclusion.
It became evidence.
Maya immediately instructed the
