Later that day, we visited the county recorder’s office to establish the property’s official status.
The house was still titled in my name, but a mortgage lien had been registered while I was incarcerated.
Trevor had acted under a purported power of attorney.
However, the notarized instrument cited in those records was originally my limited administrative authorization, signed before the criminal case.
It provided no permission to sell, mortgage, or otherwise transfer my property.
“This changes things,” Helen said. “We need certified copies and we need to look at how that representation was presented.”
“Can we stop them from foreclosing?”
“We can ask the court for emergency relief and challenge the lien’s validity. That doesn’t mean the bank will vanish or that everything gets resolved tomorrow.”
I appreciated her straightforward response.
Years of broken promises had made realistic explanations far more valuable than reassurance.
During the following weeks, I divided my days between caring for Opal and gathering evidence.
