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the top page.”

I held Nora tighter.

“What was it?”

“A designation of guardianship and financial authority.”

My stomach dropped.

“Naming Marcus.”

“Yes.”

She leaned forward.

“And he wanted your signature today.”

I couldn’t speak.

Detective Alvarez continued carefully.

“I don’t want to frighten you more than necessary. But based on what we know right now, somebody continue reading …