Her voice came to me as a muffled, low rasp.

“The county court has been formally notified that you deserted.”

I stepped across the three-foot gravel flower bed to read the words.

The third paragraph of the filing matched the blue carbon copy Douglas Hayes had examined in his law office.

It cited an unverified notarized template dated January twelfth, claiming I’d voluntarily given up physical occupancy of the house in Dublin.

“You forged my signature on that quitclaim filing with an old template, Colleen,” I said to the glass.