“Actually,” I said, calmly opening my folder, “both of those claims are demonstrably false.” I placed the medical records on the table. “Two years before Lucas was conceived, Adam had a vasectomy. It was physically impossible for him to father a child.”
Cassandra’s face drained of color. “These could be faked,” she whispered.
“They are not,” I replied. “Adam’s doctor is prepared to testify.” Next, I produced Adam’s legitimate will. “This is Adam’s actual will. It leaves everything to me, with no mention of Lucas.”
Her confidence crumbled. “He must have changed it.”
“The will you have,” I said, “is a forgery. Creating a fraudulent will is a felony in Massachusetts, punishable by up to five years in prison.” I methodically presented Adam’s journal, the damning texts, and Frank’s investigation report. “We know everything, Cassandra. The question now is what happens next.”
She was silent, then began to cry, deep, body-racking sobs. “I didn’t know what else to do,” she gasped. “I’m going to be homeless. Tyler left us with nothing. The medical bills just keep coming. I thought if I could just get some money…”