I pulled the second document from the folder and placed the blue-stamped loan application on top of the medical reports.

“This is a three-hundred-fifty-thousand-dollar home equity line application submitted to First National Bank three months ago,” I said.

Julian’s lawyer stepped back half an inch.

“My name was listed as co-applicant on that loan,” I said.

“Attached to it were copies of my personal 1040 tax forms taken from my father’s printer drawer.”

The court reporter typed steadily as the room went quiet.

“I never signed that application,” I said.