I Found a Newborn in My Ex-Wife’s Home on Christmas Eve, Then the Truth Came Knocking

authorize anything.”

“I know. That’s why I came.” Margaret handed me a copy of the form. “The signature isn’t hers.”

Emily took one look and whispered, “That’s not even close.”

I scanned the page. The forgery was clumsy, but the attached release had been processed anyway.

“Who received the records?”

Margaret’s mouth pressed into a line. “The destination continue reading …