tease me because the capital M in my signature always leaned too far to the right.
This one stood perfectly straight.
“I didn’t sign this.”
Denise went still.
“I understand.”
“No. I need you to understand exactly what I’m saying.”
I pointed to the page.
“That signature is not mine.”
The next hour became a blur of forms, supervisors, identification checks, withdrawal requests, and paperwork documenting a disputed signature.
From the parking lot, I called a locksmith.
Then I changed the cottage internet password.
Then I opened the smart-lock app
