“He forged my medical records?”

“Yes. To take legal control of the cabin and your finances.” A beat. “But the conservatorship is the cover, Claire. Nobody drives through a storm like this at two in the morning to claim a house.

They’re desperate. They know the trust boxes were delivered to you today. They need what’s inside them before you look.”

“The police. Call the sheriff.”

“I called the second I saw the filing. I have a judge’s emergency restraining order signed twenty minutes ago. The problem is the storm — the roads are turning to mud.”

“How far out?”