My Son Struck Me Thirty Times at His Birthday Dinner. The Next Morning, I Sold the Mansion He Thought He Owned.

The page numbering jumped from nine to eleven.

An unfamiliar paragraph referred to a company that had not existed when Raymond signed his original trust.

Elaine pointed to Kristen’s name.

‘This isn’t evidence of an old promise finally discovered.

It’s evidence that someone assembled pages from different sources.’

‘Could it have been Trevor?’ I asked.

‘Possibly.

I can identify alterations to the file.