“Once this is signed, Mom will take the twins tomorrow.”
That was the exact moment she lost.
I pressed the nurse-call button.
Elena entered with Daniel and the hospital’s patient advocate.
The color drained from Claire’s face.
Daniel took the folder.
“Interesting. The notary seal belongs to a woman who died eighteen months ago.”
Claire reached for the papers, but Elena blocked her.
“I printed a template,” Claire stammered. “It means nothing.”
Daniel opened his tablet.
“You emailed this to a lender yesterday with a forged letter claiming Mara appointed you acting president.”
Claire froze.
For once, she had nothing to say.
I had spent twelve years developing compliance systems for banks. Every company document contained invisible tracking data. Any modification automatically alerted Daniel and my security director.
Claire had assumed that because my body was broken, my judgment and safeguards were broken too.
She had chosen to target the one person professionally trained to detect financial fraud.
