Brian paced beside the fireplace.
“This is insane,” he said. “He’s my father. This is a family matter.”
Samuel did not look up from his papers.
“Forgery is not a family matter.”
Melissa sat on the sofa, legs crossed, trying to look calm.
“You’re making assumptions from documents you don’t understand.”
Samuel glanced at her over his glasses.
“Ms. Parker, I have practiced elder law for fifty years. I understand them perfectly.”
One officer asked me to explain what had happened.
So I did.
Not emotionally.
Not dramatically.
Like a ledger.
I explained who lived in the house. Who paid for what. What happened at dinner. Which cards I canceled. What documents I found.
When I mentioned the dog food, one officer looked at Brian with open disgust before catching himself.
Brian saw it.
His face reddened.
“It was a joke,” he snapped.
Rachel turned on him.
