Chapter 2 - The Recording
Jenna’s voice came from my son’s phone.
Clear.
Unmistakable.
“Daniel already sent me Laura’s signature from that insurance form. I copied it. Nobody checks these things unless somebody complains.”
Silence swallowed the room.
Even Jenna’s children stopped whispering.
The recording continued.
Margaret’s voice followed.
“You made sure the bank account isn’t under Laura’s name?”
“Yes.”
“And Daniel?”
“He won’t stop us. He never stops us.”
I looked at my husband.
He had stopped breathing.
Or maybe it only appeared that way.
On the recording, Jenna laughed.
“Besides, by the time Laura notices anything, we’ll already have deposits from three bookings. Once money starts coming in, Daniel will convince her it’s stupid to shut it down.”
The audio ended.
For several seconds, no one spoke.
Then Margaret pointed at Ethan.
“You recorded a private conversation?”
My son looked stunned.
That was her response.
Not horror over forgery.
Not apology.
Not denial.
She was angry that a child had caught them.
“He heard you committing fraud,” I said.
Margaret scoffed.
“Fraud? Don’t be ridiculous.”
Jenna stepped forward.
“This is family business.”
“No,” I said. “It became criminal business when you copied my signature.”
Daniel stared at his sister.
“You told me Laura would sign after we discussed it.”
Jenna laughed bitterly.
“And you believed that?”
“I didn’t know you forged anything.”
“But you knew about the listing.”
“That’s different.”
“No,” I said.
Daniel looked toward me.
“Laura—”
“Do not make me explain the difference between knowing enough and knowing everything.”
He closed his mouth.
Margaret’s confidence began to crack.
She grabbed her purse.
“This whole thing has gotten absurd.”
“It has.”
“We’ll leave for the day. Everyone can calm down and discuss this tomorrow.”
“No.”
She frowned.
“What?”
“You are not coming back tomorrow.”
Margaret stared at me.
“You cannot ban Daniel’s mother from his home.”
“This is not Daniel’s home in the legal sense you are trying to use.”
Daniel flinched.
I hated saying it.
But facts had become necessary.
“You can visit my house when you are invited. Today, that invitation has ended.”
Jenna gave a sharp laugh.
“You think you can just throw us outside?”
“Yes.”
“I have children.”
“So do I.”
That stopped her.
“My children were told they should surrender their bedrooms because yours deserve better views.”
Jenna’s expression hardened.
“You always make everything about Ethan and Sophie.”
“Because they are my children.”
“You married into this family.”
“No. I married Daniel.”
Margaret stepped toward me.
“We are a package.”
I looked directly at her.
“That argument only seems to matter when the package contains people you care about.”
Ethan still held his phone.
Sophie was beside him now.
I crossed the room and pulled both children close.
“Go upstairs,” I told them. “Lock your bedroom doors. I’ll handle this.”
Ethan hesitated.
“Mom—”
“I’m okay.”
He looked at Daniel.
Not me.
Then he nodded.
The kids went upstairs.
As soon as I heard Sophie’s door close, I reached for my phone.
Jenna narrowed her eyes.
“Who are you calling?”
“My attorney.”
Margaret laughed.
“You have an attorney for family arguments?”
“I have an attorney for property, contracts, and forgery.”
Daniel came toward me.
“Laura, maybe we should slow this down.”
I stared at him.
“Two weeks ago would have been the time to slow things down.”
“I didn’t know the signature was forged.”
“You still knew they planned to rent out my home without asking me.”
“I assumed they were testing the market.”
“You assumed they could test the market using something that does not belong to them.”
He looked ashamed.
Good.
He needed to.
I called my attorney, Marissa Cole, a sharp, patient woman who had handled the transfer when I bought the house.
When she answered, I gave her the shortest possible version.
Unauthorized listing.
Forged signature.
Deposits potentially collected.
Recording.
Marissa’s voice changed immediately.
“Do not delete anything. Screenshot the listing again. Download the recording to two separate places. Do not allow them to take documents from the property.”
I glanced toward Jenna.
She was already moving toward the coffee table.
“Don’t touch that folder.”
She froze.
Marissa continued.
“If they collected rental deposits while representing themselves as authorized agents of the owner, this could become much bigger than a family dispute.”
“How much bigger?”
“Potential fraud. Identity-related offenses depending on what they submitted. Contract issues. Maybe financial crimes if accounts were opened using your information.”
I looked at Jenna.
Her face told me Marissa had hit something.
“What accounts?” I asked.
Marissa paused.
“Laura, has anyone opened a business entity connected to the property?”
“I don’t know.”
“Check.”
I ended the call after promising to send everything.
Then I opened my laptop.
Jenna began gathering her things.
“Mom, let’s go.”
Margaret protested.
“We’re not leaving because she threw a tantrum.”
“We’re leaving.”
Interesting.
Fear had entered Jenna’s voice.
Daniel heard it too.
“What did you do?”
“Nothing.”
“Jenna.”
“Stop acting like Laura’s prosecutor.”
I searched the business name from the rental listing.
Blue Ridge Harper Retreats LLC.
My stomach dropped.
An active company.
Registered three months earlier.
Jenna Harper—organizer.
Margaret Harper—registered agent.
I scrolled.
A mailing address appeared.
My mountain house.
“They used this house to register a company.”
Daniel leaned closer.
“What?”
I turned the screen toward him.
He stared.
Jenna moved toward the front door.
I stepped in front of her.
“Where are you going?”
“To the hotel.”
“Not until I know whether you opened anything using my identity.”
“You don’t get to detain me.”
“No. But I can call law enforcement and tell them the person who forged my signature is currently trying to leave.”
Margaret exploded.
“You would call police on family?”
“I would call police on anyone who forged my name.”
“You vindictive little—”
Daniel stepped between us.
“Mom, stop.”
Margaret shoved his shoulder.
“Move.”
“No.”
Something passed across her face then.
Surprise.
Maybe she had never seen him stand in her way before.
“You have five minutes,” Daniel said. “Pack your things.”
Margaret stared at her son.
“You’re serious.”
“Yes.”
Jenna raced upstairs.
I followed.
She moved toward the guest room.
Then, halfway down the hall, she changed direction.
Toward my office.
“Where are you going?”
“My charger.”
“There is no charger in my office.”
She stopped.
Then ran.
I got there before her.
I blocked the door.
“What is in there?”
“Nothing.”
“You were heading directly toward it.”
“I forgot where I left my bag.”
“You have never been inside that office.”
She looked past me.
Daniel arrived at the top of the stairs.
“What’s happening?”
“Your sister wants something from my office.”
Jenna’s face tightened.
“Laura is paranoid.”
“Then you won’t mind if I check.”
I unlocked the office.
At first, nothing looked unusual.
Desk.
Bookshelf.
Printer.
Filing cabinet.
Then I noticed the bottom drawer.
It was not fully closed.
I always kept it closed.
I pulled it open.
The folder containing old tax returns had been moved.
Behind it sat a padded shipping envelope I had never seen.
I reached inside.
Jenna rushed forward.
“Don’t.”
Too late.
Inside were photocopies of my driver’s license, the deed, my insurance information, and three documents bearing signatures that looked very much like mine.
But I had never signed them.
One was a property management authorization.
One was a banking resolution.
The third was titled:
OWNER CONSENT FOR SHORT-TERM RENTAL OPERATIONS.
Daniel stared at the pages.
“Jenna…”
She backed toward the hall.
I looked at the date on the first document.
Then the second.
Then the third.
Three months earlier.
The same weekend Daniel had taken me to Asheville for an anniversary getaway.
My pulse slowed.
I turned toward him.
“You took me out of town.”
His face changed.
“What?”
“The weekend these documents were prepared.”
Jenna whispered, “Daniel, don’t.”
I looked from her to my husband.
And suddenly, I understood there was one question I had been afraid to ask.
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“Was that anniversary trip really your idea?”
Daniel did not answer.
