I own this property, Sarah.

Every bit of the equity belongs to me.”

I studied the crooked signature at the foot of the long legal page.

The blue ink was wobbly and uneven.

In those last three weeks our father could hardly hold a plastic spoon, much less sign complicated real estate transfers.

“You made a dying man sign away his home so you could cover the debts from your failing business,” I said.

“I shielded our main family asset from the probate courts,” Glenn said.