I screamed for help.

Two minutes later, someone knocked hard on my front door.

“Ms. Claire Morgan?” a man called. “This is Special Agent Daniel Reeves. We need to speak with you about the attempted property transfer.”

I looked at the folder lying beside me.

And despite the pain, I understood something my family didn’t.

They hadn’t just attacked the wrong woman.

They had attached their names to the wrong crime.

The agent wasn’t alone.

A second investigator stood beside him, and behind them was Marcus Lee, my building’s security director.

Marcus took one look at me and immediately called emergency services.

As he knelt beside me, Reeves picked up the folder with gloved hands.

“Do not touch anything else,” he told his partner.

Between contractions, I managed to say, “My brother brought that.”

Reeves’s expression hardened.

“That confirms what we suspected.”

Three weeks earlier, my attorney had discovered something unusual during a routine title review.