“We dispute the presumption of validity, Your Honor.”

Judge Harrison leaned over his bench, his bushy gray eyebrows pulling together.

“On what grounds, Evelyn?

It takes clear and convincing evidence to overturn a notarized instrument.”

“We submit the sworn affidavit of Brenda Cole,” Evelyn said, placing a single white page on the rail next to Vance’s blue folder.

Vance turned his head toward Evelyn, the window light glinting off his gold-rimmed glasses.

“And who is Brenda Cole?”