I Came Home Early From Columbus and Found a Deed With My Name Signed on It

“You ought to quit spending money on lawyers, Claire,” Frank said.

“You forged my name on a county land transfer,” I told him.

“Your sister agreed to the terms,” Frank said, fiddling with his gold cufflinks again.

“Lauren doesn’t own Maple Street,” I said.

“Lauren owed ninety thousand dollars in private debt spread over three collection firms in Columbus,” Frank said.

I looked down at his polished leather shoes and then back up at his face.

“She owed ninety thousand dollars?” I asked him.