My call ended. Evelyn was out of the trust, and I could return to the market futures and Chloe's recovery plan.
Dr. Julian Vance blocked the corridor. His usual professional restraint was gone.
"Get out of my way, Doctor. I have matters to attend to."
"First, read this."
He pressed several pages against my chest. I caught them before they fell.
The death certificate sat on top. Evelyn's name, the time Julian had just recorded and his signature were already fixed in ink.
The first carried the letterhead of the city's top oncology center. *Glioblastoma. Stage IV. Terminal.*
Under it was a *Do Not Resuscitate* order in Evelyn's neat handwriting, signed and dated three months ago.
I laughed. "A forged document? Was this her last attempt at drama?"
"It's genuine. She was diagnosed thre
