“Read the third page,” Rebecca said.

I turned the heavy sheets over.

The text was laid out in dense block paragraphs, and the words described a complete and total fabrication of my whole life.

The petition formally claimed I had abandoned my family.

It claimed I suffered from severe instability and refused to give any financial support to my own household.

Then I saw the final signature line at the very bottom of the page.

My name was neatly typed, with a forged signature in blue ink right above it.