My Apartment Burned Down. My Parents Said, “Not Our Problem.” Then the Fire Investigator Called.

say. “I never signed this. I would never—”

“Ms. Carter.” Greg pointed to the bottom of the page. “That’s your signature.”

I looked. It did look like my signature. The same loops. The same slant. But I knew—I had never held this pen. Never seen this document.

“This form was submitted six months ago,” Greg continued quietly. “The original policy had you continue reading …