“Come get your worthless daughter and take her back,” my mother-in-law shouted my father as I lay broken at the bottom of the stairs after my husband shoved me down. “Your family will answer for it if she has even a scratch,” was the sole warning Dad offered her. They had no notion who my father really was, so they made fun of him.

The letters were too rounded and the final flourish was totally different from my real signature.

“That’s definitely not my signature,” I said, without a hint of doubt.

Of course I believe you,” said Gabriel coolly.

Beside me Dad’s face was rigid and immobile.

“Where did you get that false paper?I asked Gabriel.

“From a financial auditor looking at the company’s public disclosures,” said Gabriel.

This paper was filed by your husband’s parents saying you were an active partner in their business debts.

“I don’t even know what company name is on that page,” I said.