a confirmation of my guilt.
What they didn’t know was that my silence was tactical. On the advice of my attorney, I had spent those two years gathering a mountain of evidence. I had logs of their illegal rental income, copies of the forged documents they used to trick the utility companies, and one very specific digital recording.
In that recording, Ashley had bragged to a friend about how easy it had been to trace Grandma Ruth’s signature from an old Christmas card onto a fraudulent will. She thought she
