(Livia)
I stared at Camille's name on the document. My sister had supposedly witnessed me signing an agreement I had never seen. I checked the date again, hoping there was some mistake. Three days before the wedding, I had been at home preparing for a job interview.
"Camille wasn't with me when this was signed."
"Can you tell me where you were on this date?"
"I was at home most of the afternoon. I had an interview scheduled for the following week."
Mr. Whitmore wrote something in his notebook. He asked whether I had given anyone permission to sign documents on my behalf. I told him I hadn't, and he asked whether my parents had access to my identification. I explained that my father kept copies of our identification documents for family records.
"Would you be willing to provide a writ
