from a family trust document.
She convinced herself the forged signature was temporary because once I understood how desperate they were, I would agree.
“You always help family,” she said.
I looked at her.
“That is why you thought you didn’t need my permission.”
She lowered her eyes.
Olivia started crying.
She admitted she had helped compile the guest list and knew Dad was inviting investors rather than ordinary anniversary guests.
She had not known about the forged signature.
But she did know the celebration was partly a financing event.
