“That’s out of context!” Florence cried.

I clicked to an audio file. My father’s voice filled the room: Once he signs, we drain the accounts and have him declared mentally unfit.

Stephanie shot up. “Turn that off!”

The side door opened, and Samantha stepped in with two officers. My father pulled another page from his briefcase, smirking. “Too late. Your signature is already here.”

It was a flawless forgery of my signature, beside a statement in Ashley’s name forfeiting the house. The notary lifted it to examine the seal.

“There is a fourth person involved in this,” she said. “And he is standing in this room.”