The notarization had been performed at Brandt Development’s office, according to the journal, in my presence.

But I had proof that I was elsewhere.

My aunt had sent me photographs from Cincinnati that day, with timestamps and a restaurant receipt.

A toll record and a pharmacy pickup also supported the trip.

Helen warned that timestamps alone could be altered, so we sought independent copies wherever possible.

The case was becoming less like a simple property dispute and more like a map of every time my name had been used while I wasn’t in the room.

I called Aunt Janice that night.