“Exactly.”
Owen leaned closer. “Dean?”
“I think Dean copied his signature.”
“Can you prove it?”
“What do you need?”
For the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel alone.
“A timeline.”
***
Poor women notice dates: rent, shutoff, court, and the day a school fee doubles.
So I built Jonah’s case on dates.
Owen helped me tape paper across our wall. We listed every transfer, signature, witness statement, and day Jonah was locked up when someone claimed he signed papers.
“What do you need?”
I took the timeline to a legal aid attorney who looked tired before I even opened my mouth.
“He admitted he took money,” she said.
“I know what he did. I’m not asking you to make him clean. I’m asking you to prove who made him dirtier.”
She looked at me then.
“Families like this bury mistakes neatly.”
“Then bring a shovel.”
