“She did so write it, Ethan,” Vanessa said.

“I saw your handwriting on the note you left at the farmhouse,” I said.

I kept my voice perfectly even and calm.

“You have a very distinctive looping hand,” I said.

“Look, you forged my mother turning down the invitation,” Ethan said.

He rubbed the back of his neck again, harder now.

“You told me she hated you, but you were the one doing all of it.”

Patricia stepped up and took Vanessa by the shoulder.