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Chapter 10 - Twenty-Nine Minutes

I called the number printed on the account statement.

An automated system answered.

Rachel watched me.

Margaret sat down as though she were bored.

The hold music felt obscene.

I kept Sophie beside me.

Chloe and Madison sat together on the sofa.

No one spoke.

At 4:38, a representative finally answered.

I gave Sophie’s name.

My name.

The account number from the photograph.

Then the representative said something I was not prepared for.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Parker, but you are not currently listed as the authorized custodian.”

I gripped the phone.

“I’m her mother.”

“I understand.”

“Who is listed?”

“I can’t disclose account details until identity verification is completed.”

“I have the statement in front of me. It says Emily Parker authorized prior withdrawals.”

There was a pause.

“That is not what I see in the current profile.”

I looked at Rachel.

She smiled.

“Who changed it?”

“I’m unable to discuss changes before verification.”

“How do I stop a pending transfer?”

“You would need the current authorized custodian or a fraud restriction.”

“Place the fraud restriction.”

“I need documentation.”

“My child’s signature was forged.”

“The account holder is a minor.”

“My signature was forged.”

Another pause.

Then the representative said, “I can submit an emergency review, but I cannot guarantee interception of a transfer already queued.”

My chest tightened.

“How long?”

“Typically one to two business days.”

“It leaves in twenty minutes.”

“I’m sorry.”

Rachel stood.

“You’re wasting everyone’s time.”

I covered the phone.

“Whose name is on that account?”

She smiled.

“You’ll find out.”

I ended the call only after receiving a case number.

4:44.

Sixteen minutes.

I opened the photographs I had taken in the study.

One showed part of a form beneath the account summary.

I zoomed in.

The image blurred.

But one line was readable.

Change of Custodial Representative.

I enlarged it further.

New representative:

Margaret Parker.

Supporting authority:

Temporary guardianship certification.

I looked toward the torn guardianship papers.

They had never needed my real signature.

They only needed something that looked official enough to change the account profile.

I turned to Margaret.

“You filed this.”

She said nothing.

“You used fake guardianship papers to take control of Sophie’s account.”

Rachel laughed.

“Careful.”

I looked at her.

“Why?”

“Because you don’t know what was filed.”

I photographed the torn guardianship form again.

Then I noticed something.

The lower half was missing.

The portion with the signature.

I searched the floor.

Gone.

“Where is the second half?”

Margaret’s eyes shifted.

Rachel moved toward the kitchen.

I followed.

“Where is it?”

She kept walking.

I caught up beside the trash bin.

Rachel blocked it.

My pulse jumped.

I pulled the bin open.

Shredded paper filled the top.

Rachel shoved the lid down.

I pushed it back up.

“Emily, stop.”

I grabbed a handful of strips.

She grabbed my wrist.

“Let go.”

“You’re stealing.”

“From a trash can?”

Margaret came in behind us.

“Put it down.”

I carried the paper strips to the counter.

4:52.

Eight minutes.

I began assembling pieces.

Sophie came beside me.

“Mom, I can help.”

“No, sweetheart.”

“I’m good at puzzles.”

I looked at her.

Then at the clock.

“Find pieces with blue ink.”

Chloe and Madison joined her.

Rachel shouted, “Girls, upstairs!”

None of them moved.

For six frantic minutes, four pairs of hands rebuilt the bottom of a document.

At 4:58, Sophie pushed two strips together.

“Mom.”

I looked.

My forged signature appeared across the authorization line.

Below it was a witness signature.

Rachel Parker.

And beneath Rachel’s name was a notarization block.

The notary seal belonged to someone named Helen Walsh.

I photographed it.

At exactly 5:00, my phone buzzed.

Transaction completed.

$24,000 transferred to R.P. Consulting LLC.

I had lost the money.

But as I stared at the reconstructed form, I realized Rachel had given me something more dangerous to her than the transfer itself.

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She had put her own name beside my forged signature.

📖 See what Emily does with the forged guardianship form—and why Rachel’s witness signature becomes more dangerous when the notary record surfaces in CHAPTER 11. 👇

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