“”What does that mean?””
“”It means Michael has no authority to sell your property.””
I closed my eyes.
For the first time in weeks, I could breathe.
But Robert wasn’t finished.
“”I also found something else. The buyer’s representative contacted us after requesting verification of ownership. There are inconsistencies in the documents your son provided.””
“”Can they sell it?””
“”Not legally. And I intend to make sure they don’t.””
He asked me to come to his office the following morning.
I agreed.
But before I could leave, Michael called.
“”Mom, we need to talk.””
“”About what?””
“”The house.””
I looked out toward the lake.
“”There’s nothing to discuss.””
He sounded annoyed.
“”You’re making this much harder than it needs to be.””
“”Michael, did you forge my signature?””
Silence.
Then Vanessa’s voice came through in the background.
Michael lowered his voice.
“”Don’t start accusing people of things you don’t understand.””
“”I understand perfectly.””
“”Mom, we’re trying to help you.””
“”No. You’re trying to sell my home.””
He hung up.
The following morning, I drove to Robert’s office.
He had already prepared a thick folder containing copies of the property deed, the suspicious authorization, and correspondence from the real estate agency.
He placed the documents on his desk.
