Inside, I believed he had forged my name.

The handwriting, the circumstances, and the papers he had kept in his desk all pointed in that direction.

I did not need to turn belief into a public verdict to protect myself.

Nor did I need to soften the fact that there was a signature presented as mine and no consent behind it.

Marcus lowered the papers.

“You set me up.”

I adjusted the blanket over the nearest baby.