Nothing had been forged.

Roger had received copies by email and in the same oversized envelope he carried out of Melissa’s office.

He had been distracted that day, impatient to catch a flight to Scottsdale with the woman he was now claiming had kicked him out.

“That’s just paperwork,” he said.

“It’s the paperwork that matters,” Denise answered.

“The county records show Joanne as the sole owner.”

Roger looked toward the house as if the yellow siding had betrayed him.