The screen lit up with the picture of the RSVP card.

David sat down and put on his tortoiseshell reading glasses.

He adjusted them at the bridge.

He leaned in and studied the photo for a long while.

The brass grandfather clock in the corner ticked heavily.

“Can we file a police report for forgery?” I asked.

“She faked my signature to wreck my relationship with my son.”

David sat back in his leather chair.