He Changed the Lock to His Own Phone Number and Forged My Dead Wife’s Signature on the Deed. He Forgot She’d Put the Cabin in a Trust

“I told you we fixed it right,” I said.

Later, with Dale down at the garden turning soil and little Faye asleep against my chest, Colette told me the updated trust was fully filed at last — that when my time came, many years off, the property would pass into an indivisible family land trust for the baby and any brothers or sisters she might have.

It could never be mortgaged.

It could never be sold to a developer.