Chapter 7: The Morning It Fell Apart
The estate attorney's name was Grace Okafor.
She had handled three contested wills in the same county and she did not waste words.
She called Ethan on a Tuesday morning, nine days after we'd sent her Patricia's files.
"I've reviewed everything," she said.
"The intercepted letter is significant.
Combined with the original will, the doctor's capacity letter, and the camera footage of your mother entering your property without permission, we have enough to file a challenge."
"What are our chances?"
"Strong.
The original will is properly witnessed and dated.
The capacity letter is from a licensed physician with no connection to either party.
The intercepted letter demonstrates your mother's awareness of the original will's contents and her active effort to prevent Patricia from learning about it." A pause.
"Her attorney filed the motion to invalidate yesterday.
We'll respond by end of week."
"How long will this take?"
"If she contests every step, months.
But I want to show you something before we go further.
Can you come in today?"
We were in Grace's office by noon.
She had the documents spread across the conference table.
She pointed to a page near the top of the stack.
"This is the will your mother presented to the original estate attorney eleven years ago.
Look at the witness signatures."
Ethan leaned in.
"I see them."
"Now look at this." She placed a second document beside it.
"This is a notarized statement I received this morning from a woman named Helen Marsh.
She was listed as the second witness on the will your mother presented."
"Okay."
"Mrs.
Marsh says she never signed it."
The room went very still.
"She says she was asked to witness a document for your grandfather approximately two weeks before he died.
She signed it.
But the document she signed was not this will.
She had never seen this version before I contacted her."
Ethan sat back in his chair.
"Someone forged her signature," I said.
"That is what Mrs.
Marsh is alleging, yes." Grace kept her voice level.
"If that's confirmed, we are no longer talking about a civil estate dispute.
We are talking about fraud."
Ethan stared at the two signatures side by side.
"My mother did this."
"I can't tell you who did it.
I can tell you that the signatures do not match, and that Mrs.
Marsh is prepared to testify to that."
He stood up and walked to the window.
His back was to us.
I looked at Grace.
"What happens now?"
"I file the challenge with the new evidence.
The court will likely order a forensic document examination.
If the forgery is confirmed, the matter moves beyond civil proceedings." She folded her hands.
"I'd also recommend you preserve that camera footage carefully and make backup copies of everything Patricia sent you."
Ethan turned around.
"Does my mother know about Helen Marsh?"
"Not yet."
He nodded slowly.
"When she finds out—"
"She will move quickly," Grace said.
"Yes.
Which is why we file today."
On the way home, Ethan drove in silence for a long time.
"She forged it," he said finally.
"It looks that way."
"She forged a witness signature on her own father's will."
I didn't answer.
There wasn't anything to say.
His phone lit up on the seat between us.
Diane.
He let it ring.
It rang three more times before we reached home.
The fourth time, he picked up.
"Mom."
"Ethan, I need to see you.
Today.
It's important."
"I'm busy."
"Please." Her voice was different.
The smoothness was gone.
"Please, Ethan.
Just come.
Alone."
He looked at me.
"I'll be there in an hour," he said.
I grabbed his arm the second he ended the call.
"You said you wouldn't go alone."
"I know what I said."
"Ethan—"
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"I need to hear what she says when she thinks no one else is listening." He reached into the glove box and held up his phone.
"And I need you to show me how to record a call."
