On the wedding day, as we rushed to the venue, Mom suddenly gasped. “Oh no! I left my phone at home!”
I volunteered to retrieve it. Back at the house, I searched every room. No phone. Then I noticed a locked drawer near her desk. On impulse, I yanked it open.
Papers spilled onto the floor.
As I gathered them, bold letters on one document caught my eye—Debt Notice.
They were all under Aaron’s name. My heart pounded. Then I found another document—property papers. My mom’s name was there, but the signature at the bottom wasn’t hers. It was Aaron’s.
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