The document claimed Mariana had voluntarily surrendered any interest she might have in our home and had accepted a temporary arrangement allowing Evelyn to administer household affairs.

“Where did you get this?” I asked.

“Mariana asked me to make a copy after she found it in the printer tray.”

I stared at the signature line.

It was blank in this draft.

Beneath it sat the name of the supposed witnessing officer, a person I had never heard of.

“Why didn’t Mariana tell me?”

Rosa’s expression changed.