Marianne placed my verified signatures beside it, then submitted the examination report and email records obtained from the drafting service.
Grant had ordered the document four days after my parents died.
His attorney turned toward him.
Grant stared straight ahead.
The judge reviewed the recorded deed, the trust distribution, and the messages announcing my expulsion.
Then she rejected their claim and ordered possession returned to me through the sheriff.
Celeste gripped the table.
“She’s twenty-two. She doesn’t even know what that property is worth.”
“I know what it isn’t worth,” I said. “My parents.”
Marianne rested her hand over mine.
The judge ordered Celeste to stop interrupting and finished explaining the ruling.
In the corridor, Grant caught up with us.
“You think a piece of paper makes you untouchable?”
“No,” I said. “That’s why I brought witnesses.”
Two detectives stood beside the elevators.
They asked Grant to set down his briefcase.
