Now she knew for certain.

Her son had forged her name on a deed to steal the house her husband had built, and had abandoned her a hundred and ninety miles away to keep her from stopping it.

And at that exact moment, as if summoned by the size of the truth, my phone began ringing again in my pocket.

DAD.

Chapter 9 — Stop Lying

I answered it on speakerphone, right there at the clerk’s counter.