the home-equity paperwork.
My signature appeared on every page.
It looked almost perfect.
Almost.
But Tyler had made a mistake.
I always connected the C and l in Claire.
The forged signature didn’t.
“Can we stop the loan?”
“It may have already funded.”
My stomach dropped.
“Where did the money go?”
“We’re working on that.”
“Tyler said he could explain.”
“I’m sure he can.”
Her tone told me exactly how much she valued Tyler’s explanations.
Then she took out another page.
“Your sister also found something else.”
“What?”
“The birth certificate for Mason you sent her.”
I looked at the document.
I had seen it hundreds of times.
My name.
Daniel’s name.
Mason’s birth date.
“What about it?”
“Your sister called the county records office.”
My chest tightened.
“They have a certificate on file with the same registration number.”
“And?”
“The details don’t match.”
