“Arthur Bennett,” she said, her voice carrying over the storm. “You’re trespassing on private property.”

Arthur scoffed, but his face was grey. “I am her father. I have a conservatorship granted by Judge Harris this very afternoon. You are interfering with a medical extraction.”

“About that.” Marisol opened the sleeve. “Judge Harris was quite disturbed when I woke him an hour ago and presented him with a sworn affidavit from Dr. Aris — Claire’s actual psychiatrist — confirming that he never signed the evaluation you submitted today.

He was able to identify your forgery in about four seconds. He says you didn’t even get the loop of the R right.”

Arthur’s mouth opened. Nothing came out.

“Consequently.” She drew out a document with a fresh red seal. “The conservatorship is vacated. And in its place, the judge was more than happy to sign this.