“That signature is a complete forgery, Your Honor,” Sarah said.

“And the underlying agreement is an attempt to saddle my client with his sister’s mounting debts.”

Linda made a loud, scoffing sound from her table, shaking her head.

Judge Ramirez banged her wooden gavel once, a sharp crack that silenced the room.

“Order,” the judge said.

“Mr. Collins, do you deny signing this document?” she asked, looking directly at me.

“I do, Your Honor,” I said, standing up.

“I was in London on a layover the day that document was allegedly signed here in Miami.”

“I have my flight logs, my airline crew ID scans, and passport stamps to prove it.”

Linda’s attorney quickly shifted his papers, his face tightening.

“An electronic signature was authorized by your mother, who holds power of attorney over your domestic affairs,” he said.

“My mother has no such authority,” I said.

“She hasn’t had it since I revoked it five years ago.”

Linda leaned forward, her voice cutting through the quiet courtroom.

“You signed the renewal, Mark!” she cried out.

“You signed it at Thanksgiving when we were all at the table!”