I sat on the living room sofa, surrounded by my packed boxes.

My phone buzzed on the coffee table.

It was a text message from an unknown number.

I picked it up, expecting another plea from Ethan or an angry rant from Linda.

Instead, it was an image file.

It was a photograph of a legal document I had never seen before.

At the bottom of the page, my mother’s signature was written in shaky blue ink.

But below her signature, there was a second witness signature.

The name written there made my breath catch in my throat.

It was Ryan’s signature, dated three days before my mother died.

A text message appeared below the image.

*We found the real will, Sophia.*

*You don’t own the estate anymore.*

My thumbs hovered over the glass screen of my phone.

The image of my mother’s signature looked wrong.

The ink was too thick, the curves too smooth for a woman who could barely hold a teacup in her final week.

I saved the image to my files and immediately called my attorney, Arthur Vance.