“Who put these ideas in your head?” Spencer shouted.

Abigail set the blue folder on the edge of the bed. “I heard you yesterday. And I know you forged my signature.”

The color left his face. “I can explain.”

“Explain why you borrowed six hundred and eighty thousand dollars in my name.”

“I was going to pay it back before you found out,” he stammered.

“And why did you forge my signature?” she asked, looking straight at him.