Standing behind Colton was his mother, Judith, clutching the blue folder Elliott had seen him remove from our cabinet. Her face was gray. She had found it inside Colton’s car while helping with the flat tire, along with copies of withdrawal forms bearing not only my forged signature, but hers. For nearly a year, Colton had also been moving money from an account Judith had opened for the grandchildren, telling her the withdrawals were for school expenses. She had believed him until she saw Bianca’s apartment lease tucked between the papers.
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