“My brother forged my signature to borrow against Dad’s house after the bank locked his main account.”

Uncle Raymond rubbed his thumb over the knuckles of his left hand, his eyes fixed on Julian.

Judge Callahan held out his hand for the loan application and read through the pages line by line.

“Miss Moreno, did you ever authorize your brother to use your tax records or sign your name?” Judge Callahan asked.

“Never,” I said.

The judge leaned back in his high leather chair and set his pen down on the blotter.

“Counsel, do you have any further witnesses or documents to present?” Judge Callahan asked Julian’s lawyer.