Chapter 2: The Signature That Wasn't Hers
We brought Mom to our house, wrapped her in warm blankets, and sat with her until she stopped shaking.
She kept saying the same thing.
"I never wanted to sell.
I told him that.
I told him."
Daniel was already at the kitchen table with his laptop open and the phone pressed to his ear.
I heard him say one sentence before he stepped outside.
"The signature doesn't match.
Not even close."
My chest went cold.
If Mom hadn't signed willingly — then someone had signed for her.
And Evan had the power of attorney.
I called Evan again.
This time he picked up fast.
"You need to let this go," he said.
"She was confused after the stroke.
The doctors will confirm that.
Nobody's going to believe her over a legal closing."
"Daniel isn't asking anyone to believe her," I said.
"He's asking a federal contact to look at the documents."
Silence.
Then Evan said something that stopped me completely.
"Tell your husband to be careful about what he starts."
That wasn't a warning.
That was a threat.
And Daniel — standing in the doorway, having heard every word — was already typing a name into his phone.
Not a lawyer.
A prosecutor.
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