They had planned to use it to rescue the mansion they had bought for my sister.
And if I had signed that document, I might have spent years fighting to recover the home where my son and I had finally found peace.
The recording continued.
Melanie stepped into the room, holding a set of papers.
“What about the old signature pages?” she asked.
My father glanced toward the front window.
“We’ll deal with that if we have to.”
The judge stopped the video.
She removed her glasses and looked at Melanie.
“Miss Donnelly, did you know that a deed bearing your sister’s signature had been filed with the county?”
Melanie’s face had gone pale.
“I thought she had agreed.”
“Your voice on this recording suggests otherwise.”
“I was just trying to save my family!”
I finally spoke.
“What about mine?”
Melanie turned toward me.
“What?”
“My family. My son. The home where he sleeps every night. Did you ever think about what would happen to us if you took it?”
