A car engine sounded outside. Rebecca moved to the window. A black sedan turned into the driveway — Daniel’s. My father lost what color remained. “He’s early.”

Rebecca took a slim laptop from her briefcase. “We need to leave.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I said.

“Sophia, Daniel believes you’re still at the retreat. If he finds you here, he’ll know you discovered the trust.” She opened the laptop and turned it toward me.

On the screen was a scanned document bearing my name. SPOUSAL ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF MARITAL HOLDING STRUCTURE. At the bottom was a signature. Mine.

Except I had never signed it. I leaned closer. The imitation was nearly perfect — the curves, the pressure, even the way I crossed the final t in Bennett.