My Family Tried to Evict Me from the Craftsman House My Grandparents Left Me
“It is not up to me,” I said, leaning my back against the wall opposite her. “The notary verified the log book. The signature on the quitclaim deed was recorded under an ID number that does not exist. The title company’s fraud division is already conducting their own review of the eighty-four thousand dollar transfer.”
“They only care because you are making a fuss,” Helen said, her voice rising slightly before she caught herself and dropped it to a harsh, strained whisper. “If you tell them it was a misunderstanding, that you gave Ashley permission to sign for you, the whole thing goes away. We can tell them you signed a power of attorney last Christmas and forgot about the authorization.”
“That would be filing a false statement,” I said. “That is a crime.”
“It is your sister’s life,” she said, her fingers twisting into the wool of her sleeve. “She could go to prison, Emily. Do you want that on your conscience? Your own sister, because of an old house?”
“She used my name to borrow eighty-four thousand dollars, Mother.”
