wanted the house eventually, so the payments were basically an investment.”
A chill went through me.
I had never said that.
Not once.
Then Dad handed me an envelope.
Inside was a photocopy of a handwritten agreement.
My name appeared at the bottom.
So did a signature resembling mine.
The document claimed I had agreed to pay the mortgage indefinitely in exchange for inheriting the house.
I looked at him.
“I never signed this.”
Dad’s face changed.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean someone forged my name.”
He stared at
