Yet the forged signature used her old name.
The name she hadn’t used for years.
The name that no longer appeared on any legal document.
The name she would never have signed.
Arthur nodded.
“Exactly.”
For several seconds nobody spoke.
The driver let out a low whistle.
“They really didn’t check.”
“No,” Arthur said.
“They assumed nobody would.”
Lena sat frozen.
Twelve years.
Twelve years of work.
Twelve years of sacrifice.
Twelve years believing she had lost everything.
