Garrett & Megan — The Children He Never Knew
Beneath the memorandum was a handwritten instruction, initialed with a mark that looked like mine: Proceed.
No further inquiry.
“I never wrote that,” I said.
Dana compared the initials to the other marks in the file.
“I can’t conclude it’s forged just by looking.
But I can request the archived correspondence and ask who delivered that instruction.”
Then she showed me a letter that had gone to an address in my name while I was traveling.
It had been returned to the firm’s file marked delivered to authorized household agent.