At the bottom of the last page was a blue notary stamp belonging to Megan Cole, Brandon’s private secretary at Faulkner Commercial Builders, right beside a looping signature that was forged in my name.

“The notary seal indicates this form was executed on Tuesday, September twelfth, at precisely two o’clock in the afternoon,” Lauren pointed out, peering over her tortoiseshell reading glasses.

“Can you tell me exactly where you were during that specific afternoon, Paige?”

I reached into my purse, unlocked my smartphone, and placed the digital screen directly in front of her.

“Hazel had a severe ear infection with a high fever that entire afternoon,” I answered, showing the time stamped calendar entries.

“I was sitting inside the exam room at Cascade Pediatric Clinic from one fifteen until three o’clock, and I have the medical visit chart, the geofenced GPS records, and the digital receipt from the Walgreens drive through right down the street.”