I was heading on a business trip when my flight was canceled. I came home early and opened the door to a stranger wearing my robe. She smiled and said, ‘You’re the realtor, right?’ I nodded and stepped inside.

Titled only in my name.

Then Lily showed me the email thread on her phone, proud of how organized Ethan had been.

And there it was.

My signature.

Forged.

On preliminary sale documents.

By the time Ethan returned, dressed and pale, I had seen enough.

“I’ll be in touch,” I said.

At the door, I turned back to Lily.

“One more thing. You should check the deed before moving forward. Just to confirm the owner’s name.”

Ethan snapped, “That’s not necessary.”