HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

tablet.

My name curved across the final page in a near-perfect imitation.

Vivian Mercer Cross.

A stranger might have believed it.

Julian should have known better.

I never wrote the C in Cross with a closed loop.

My grandfather taught me to leave it open.

“An honest signature needs somewhere for the truth to escape,” he used to joke.

The forged C was closed.continue reading …