Chapter 2
My father went straight for the security panel.
The camera showed him pressing buttons while Susan stood beside him with a flashlight from her purse. David kept the children near the open front door, where daylight came through.
“Call her,” Olivia said.
Dad took out his phone.
I let it ring while Michael spoke to me.
“Officers will document the entry,” he said. “They may tell the family to leave, or they may say the property claim needs to be resolved through a civil process. Don’t argue with anyone on the scene. We’ll provide the deed and notices.”
“I understand.”
Dad called again. I answered.
“Turn the lights on,” he demanded.
“The emergency lights are working. You can use the door.”
“We have children here.”
“Then take them somewhere comfortable, Dad.”
“You can’t lock us out of a house I gave Olivia.”
“I didn’t lock you in. And you didn’t own it to give away.”
He made a sound of disbelief.
“I have papers.”
“Then show them to Michael or the officers.”
I ended the call before he could shout again.
A patrol car pulled into the driveway twelve minutes later. The officers spoke first to David on the porch. My father emerged carrying a folder. I could see him pointing toward the villa, then toward the road, as though my absence were proof of something.
Michael had arranged for a local attorney to meet them with my deed and the delivered notices. She arrived while Dad was still talking.
I muted the camera and waited for her call.
When it came, her name was Elena Ruiz. She told me Dad had shown the officers a letter claiming I had authorized him to transfer the house to Olivia.
“What letter?”
“A typed page dated last month. Your name appears at the bottom.”
“I’ve never signed one.”
“That’s what I told them. The officers are making a report. With competing claims, they won’t decide the deed’s validity here in the driveway.”
I closed my eyes. I had expected as much after Michael explained the possibilities. Still, the sight of Olivia’s boxes inside my home made waiting difficult.
“What are they doing now?”
“Your father says the children are staying tonight. I’ve told him that entering after written notice could have consequences. I’m documenting everyone present.”
“Can I come up?”
“Yes. I think you should.”
I booked the first flight I could get and packed my duffel again. Before leaving, I called my commanding officer to arrange leave. I kept the explanation simple: a family property dispute required me in Tahoe. He approved the time and told me to take care of it.
By the time I arrived the next morning, the villa was bright again. Ethan had helped the security company restore its usual lighting after the officers’ visit. Nobody had needed to spend the night in the dark.
Olivia’s SUV was still in the drive.
Elena met me outside. She had obtained a copy of the letter Dad showed the officers. Its last line read: My father may manage and transfer the villa for the benefit of my sister’s family.
Below it was a signature meant to look like mine.
The shape was close. The pressure was wrong. James used to joke that I signed my name as if I were racing the clock. This signature had been written slowly.
“Where did he get it?” I asked.
“We’ll find out. First, I’d like you to make a clear written statement that you did not sign or authorize this.”
I did.
Then I walked to my front door.
Olivia opened it before I knocked. She wore one of my old sweaters. It had hung in the guest-room closet since her last visit.
“You came,” she said.
“I told you I would stop this.”
Behind her, I heard my nephew Ben ask where his toy cars were. My niece Lily answered him from upstairs.
I did not want to frighten them. I kept my voice low.
“Where’s Dad?”
“In the study.”
She moved aside. I entered my own home, past three open boxes and a framed photograph of Olivia’s wedding leaning against my grandmother’s chest.
Dad sat behind James’s desk.
I stopped in the doorway.
“Get out of that chair.”
He looked up. “Still giving orders.”
“That was James’s desk.”
“I’m trying to solve a problem.”
“You created one.”
I put the forged letter on the desk.
“Did you write this?”
“It says what you promised.”
“I promised you could check the pipes when I was deployed. I never promised you my house.”
Susan appeared behind me.
“Don’t speak to your father that way.”
I turned to her. “Did you see him sign my name?”
She tightened her mouth.
Dad rose. “I took care of this family before you learned to walk.”
“And I helped when you asked. That didn’t give you my signature.”
Olivia came into the hall. She had heard enough.
“You said Rachel signed it,” she told him.
“She did agree.”
“That isn’t what she asked.”
Dad looked from one of us to the other. For the first time, Olivia was waiting for an answer from him rather than repeating his.
My phone rang. It was Michael.
“The county recorder has received a deed transferring the villa to Olivia,” he said. “It hasn’t been accepted yet.”
I looked at the page on James’s desk.
“Who submitted it?”
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“Your father’s office. We’re getting a copy now.”
Dad’s eyes went to my phone. He knew what Michael was telling me.
