Susan looked at Mom.
“Is that true?”
Mom said nothing.
The attorney arrived thirty-six minutes later.
His name was Robert Lane, a careful man with gray hair and a canvas briefcase.
He introduced himself to my parents first, then examined the documents without touching the originals.
He asked Dad and Mom separate questions about the power of attorney.
He asked Jessica about the loan, Caleb, and the title company.
When he reached the forged authorization, his expression became grave.
“This document was not accepted,” he said.
I looked up.
“What?”
“The title company flagged it.
The notary information didn’t match the notary’s commission record.
They sent a notice to the address on file.”
“Then why did I receive it in the tin?”
“It may have been mailed to your parents first.”
Dad frowned.
“We didn’t see it.”
Robert looked at Jessica.
“I didn’t see it either,” she said.
