Then she turned the page over.
“Lucas,” she said quietly, “your father is right.”
Gregory’s expression changed.
Claire pointed to the bottom corner.
“This document was printed three days ago.”
I looked at Gregory.
“You told my father this was prepared for him to sign.”
Gregory said nothing.
Claire continued.
“But someone has already signed his name.”
Fiona dropped her wineglass.
It shattered against the hardwood floor.
Nobody moved.
One of my nephews whispered, “Dad?”
Gregory turned toward him.
“Go upstairs.”
The boy didn’t move.
For the first time, I saw fear on my nephew’s face.
Not fear of me.
Fear of his father.
Claire pulled another sheet from the folder.
“This gets worse.”
She placed it beside the deed.
“The agreement also authorizes Gregory and Fiona to refinance the property, collect rental income, and make financial decisions regarding the occupants.”
