“You have your beautiful apartment, your high salary, your travels.”

“Hannah has four children.”

“She has a husband who is falling apart.”

“How can you be so selfish?”

“We are your family.”

“We gave you everything.”

“I carried you for nine months, Mark.”

“Are you really going to ruin your sister’s life over some paper?”

The sheer manipulation of her words did not hurt me anymore.

It only made the distance between us feel wider, cleaner.

“I did not ruin her life,” I said.

“She ruined it when she committed a felony.”

“And you ruined yours when you notarized a forged document.”

Linda froze, her mouth slightly open.

“What are you talking about?” she whispered.

“I saw the security footage from my building’s lobby from three weeks ago,” I said.

“You brought the notary stamp to my apartment.”

“You and Hannah sat in my kitchen and signed those papers.”

“I have already given the footage to Detective Harris.”

“I am pressing charges against you too, Linda.”

Her face went from pale to a deep, angry red.

The tearful mother persona vanished in an instant.