The following morning, I sat at Rachel’s dining table across from a woman with kind eyes and a sharp, focused expression. Jenna listened without interrupting. She asked questions. Took notes.
“How long have you been married?”
“Whose name is on the deed?”
“Do you have access to the financial records?”
I answered everything. Finally, she looked up.
She asked questions. Took notes.
“Okay,” she said calmly. “First of all, you’re not crazy.”
“Second,” she continued, “what your husband did is serious. Listing the house without your consent is one thing. Forging your signature is another. That’s fraud.”
I stared at her. “So he can’t… actually do this?”
“No,” Jenna said. “Not legally. We can stop the sale. Immediately.”
