My signature.
Except I had never signed it.
Sarah covered her mouth.
Greg stared down.
My own voice sounded strangely distant.
“You forged my signature.”
Greg looked up.
“Mom, listen—”
“You forged my name and borrowed against my business.”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“What was it like?”
He swallowed.
“We needed capital.”
“We?”
Sarah took a step away.
“Greg…”
He ignored her.
“The store needed updating. Expansion. Online marketing. Sarah had ideas—”
“Don’t put this on me!” Sarah shouted.
Greg’s expression hardened.
“You wanted your own store!”
“I wanted to open a design studio someday! I never told you to steal from your mother!”
That was when I understood something I hadn’t expected.
Sarah had been selfish, disrespectful, and entitled.
But she had not known.
Greg suddenly looked cornered.
He pointed at me.
“Dad always said this place would be mine eventually!”
Silence filled the room.
