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

my insurance beneficiaries?”

Greg held my gaze. “I think you know why.”

I did know. The answer was sitting in my chest like a stone, but I couldn’t say it out loud. Not yet. Someone had forged my signature, changed my beneficiaries, and five days before my apartment burned down, my mother had visited for the first time in two years.

Coincidence? I didn’t continue reading …