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

the forged signature, the $150,000.

“There might be,” I said. “Something else.”

That night, I called my mother. I kept my voice light, casual—nothing wrong here.

“Mom, I just wanted to thank you for visiting last week. It meant a lot.”

A pause. When she spoke, her tone was careful. “Oh, yes. I missed you, sweetie. It had been too long.”

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