The Signature That Sealed My Fate

The file didn’t feel like evidence. It felt like a story about my life—written by someone else.

Money moved in silence. Witnesses appeared out of nowhere. Orders locked away where no one could

question them. Piece by piece, it became clear: this wasn’t a mistake. I wasn’t caught

in it. I had been part of it all along. Then I reached the last page.

My name. My signature. Real. Familiar. No forgery.

No excuse. Signed years ago— back when I trusted too easily, and didn’t know

that one signature could decide how my story would end.