Chapter 2 - The Ex-Fiance
I stared at the piece of paper in absolute disbelief.
The signature at the bottom of the page looked exactly like mine.
"That is a forgery," I told the officer, my voice trembling with rage.
The policeman sighed again and handed the paper back to my sister.
"We cannot prove that tonight, which makes this a civil matter for the courts," he explained.
He told me that if I tried to force my way inside, he would have to arrest me for disturbing the peace.
Bethany offered me a sickeningly sweet smile and quietly shut my own front door in my face.
I had no choice but to drive to a cheap motel two towns over.
I sat on the edge of a sagging mattress and called Richard to explain the disaster.
He promised me that we would file an emergency eviction injunction the moment the courthouse opened in the morning.
I barely slept that night, my mind racing with thoughts of my family destroying everything I had built.
At dawn, I opened the security application on my phone to check the live feed from my driveway.
A large white moving truck was parked directly on my freshly manicured lawn.
Kenneth, my brother-in-law, was carrying my expensive leather sofa out the front door and loading it into the truck.
They were not just moving in; they were throwing all of my belongings away.
I watched in horror as a second vehicle pulled into the driveway.
A man wearing a dark blue work shirt stepped out of the van holding a heavy drill.
He walked up to my front door and began dismantling my electronic deadbolt.
I zoomed in on the camera feed to see the locksmith's face.
My breath hitched in my throat when he turned toward the lens.
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It was Mark, the man I had broken off an engagement with three years ago.
Mark stared directly into my security camera, smiled a wicked grin, and held up a massive cashiers check with my mother's name on it.
