He also made it clear that my allegation of being struck was a separate matter.
Madison’s confidence began slipping.
Then Jake spoke.
He was holding another document Elena had given him.
His face looked gray.
“I didn’t sign this.”
Madison turned toward him.
“Of course you did. You signed the closing paperwork.”
Jake shook his head.
“I signed the purchase documents and approved some renovations. I never applied for a $185,000 home-equity loan.”
His phone vibrated.
He looked at the screen.
Then his expression changed.
The bank had sent a notice that an account connected to the loan was temporarily restricted pending a fraud review.
Jake looked up.
“Madison, where did that money go?”
She tightened her grip around her wineglass.
“Don’t start this in front of everyone.”
“In front of whom?” he demanded. “The people who apparently took the down payment from your sister’s trust? Or the person whose signature was forged?”
