Instead, the last thing I had heard from him was:
Dad, you’re not coming in while Allison’s family is here.
“Robert?”
“I’m here.”
Martin lowered his voice.
“You need to treat this as a legal matter until we understand what actually happened.”
“What actually happened is that someone signed my name.”
“Yes. But there may be more to it than the document you saw.”
I gave a humorless laugh.
“There usually is.”
“I’ll meet you tomorrow morning. Nine o’clock.”
“I’ll be there.”
After we hung up, I sat for another minute.
Then my phone vibrated.
Geoffrey.
I watched his name appear.
I let it ring.
A second later, a message came through.
Dad, that was awkward. I’m sorry. Allison’s parents have been under a lot of stress and tonight wasn’t a good time.
I read it twice.
Not I’m sorry I blocked you from my home.
