At six in the evening, the locksmith changed the locks on the front door and the gate. I paid him with the money meant for the “cleaning lady.” When I finished, I looked at the new keys in my palm. They felt light, but I felt like I was carrying my entire life.
Laura, what is this?”
Sandra stepped to my side. “Good evening. I am Sandra Aguilar, attorney at law. We are here to notify you that Mrs. Laura is initiating proceedings for forgery, attempted asset fraud, and economic abuse. Furthermore, a protection order has been requested to prevent you from disposing of the property or removing common assets.”
Mrs. Mireya clutched her chest. “What an exaggeration! This is just a couple’s quarrel!”
Sandra looked at her calmly. “Ma’am, forging a signature is not a couple’s quarrel.”
The officer told Bruno to stay calm. Bruno started to sweat. “I didn’t forge anything.”
Sandra raised an eyebrow. “Perfect. Then you won’t have any problem explaining why there is a power of attorney with Laura’s name misspelled and a signature that doesn’t match her official ID.”
