Chapter 6 - Florence’s Deed
Florence did not know Paul Jensen had died before the date on her deed.
That became obvious quickly.
Her attorney withdrew the document within twenty four hours and said his client had “located it among Edward’s papers” and could not vouch for authenticity.
But the damage was done.
Rachel preserved.
The trust attorney preserved.
Police were notified, not because a fake copy automatically meant criminal forgery by Florence, but because it had been submitted in an active property dispute.
Who made it?
Maybe Edward.
Maybe Christopher.
Maybe Florence.
Maybe someone else.
The notary name:
Janice Porter.
My father remembered.
“She notarized Northstar documents years ago.”
“Could somebody copy an old stamp?”
“Yes.”
Records showed Janice Porter had stopped practicing in 2012.
She died in 2013.
Two signatories on a 2014 deed were dead.
That was not subtle.
Then document metadata.
Florence had emailed the PDF to attorney.
The file itself had been created six days earlier on a Windows computer registered to:
CHRISTOPHER MERCER.
My stomach dropped.
Rachel warned:
“Metadata is evidence, not final proof he authored content. Someone could use computer.”
Still.
Christopher’s attorney withdrew from representing Florence on property matter due conflict.
She hired separate counsel.
Then Christopher called me from a blocked number.
I answered because Rachel had said record/save? Minnesota one party consent, but better not rely. I could take notes.
“Sabrina.”
“What?”
“You’re ruining everything.”
“I filed for divorce after you hit me.”
“You know what I mean.”
“The house?”
“My mother is sixty four.”
“She told me she owned it.”
“She basically does.”
“No.”
“She’s lived there twenty years.”
“That isn’t deed.”
“You think your dad gets to show up and steal it?”
“He isn’t.”
“The trust is his.”
“It isn’t his personally.”
“You sound like lawyer.”
“Good.”
Then:
“Drop the money claim.”
“No.”
His voice hardened.
“You lived there.”
“Yes.”
“You should pay.”
“I agreed to pay housing.”
“Then?”
“I did not agree to finance your business by being told it was mortgage.”
Silence.
Then:
“That money helped us.”
“You lied.”
“Mom explained it wrong.”
“The roof?”
Another silence.
“Sabrina.”
“Where did the roof money go?”
“Business needed emergency equipment.”
“So you lied.”
“I was going to repay.”
“When?”
“Stop.”
“You told me contractor would lien a house you knew your mother didn’t own.”
He exploded.
“You always thought you were better because of your paycheck.”
“No.”
“You made me feel like nothing.”
There.
Not explanation.
Motive for entitlement.
Then:
“You humiliated me in front Mom.”
“You slapped me.”
“You pushed me.”
“I pushed my suitcase past you.”
“Same.”
“No.”
He hung up.
I wrote time, words, and told attorney.
Then police investigation on assault.
Christopher was charged with misdemeanor domestic assault based on physical injury and evidence.
No felony.
No attempted murder.
No dramatic.
He pleaded not guilty initially.
A no contact order was issued temporarily.
He could communicate through lawyers.
Then Florence’s fake deed.
Police investigator asked whether I believed Florence created.
“I don’t know.”
Good.
The trust filed civil action to quiet title because Florence now asserted ownership.
This forced court determination.
My father recused himself from active trustee decisions related to litigation because I was directly involved financially.
Leslie Jensen became acting trustee with independent counsel.
That mattered.
I did not want my father using a trust to punish in laws.
He agreed.
Then Florence filed counterclaim.
She asserted:
Adverse possession.
Equitable ownership.
Promissory estoppel.
Unjust enrichment.
Twenty years of maintenance.
She claimed Edward had completed purchase but Northstar failed to record deed.
The fake deed was “evidence of what should have happened,” even if not valid.
Her lawyer was careful.
Now the house issue would not be solved by one paper.
Florence could still argue equity.
Then discovery produced canceled checks from Edward.
He had paid thousands over years.
Maybe more than my father remembered.
If he had actually satisfied the contract, Florence might have a legitimate claim.
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I suddenly realized my parents’ shocking secret was not a guaranteed victory.
It was the beginning of another case.
