Chapter 3 - Nora’s Trust
Nora had never hidden the trust from me.
I had hidden my own ignorance.
Her father, Martin Hale, had built a regional construction company before selling it.
When he died, most of his estate went to Nora.
A separate trust had been created for any children she had.
That meant Lily.
I knew the basics.
I had never asked for numbers.
The documents in Marlene’s handbag forced me to.
Ryan read the first page twice.
“Ethan... this is millions.”
Approximately $3.8 million would eventually be available for Lily’s education, housing, and future needs.
Until Lily became an adult, Nora controlled it.
If Nora died, a successor trustee took over.
I scanned the page.
It wasn’t me.
It was Nora’s younger sister, Caroline.
So why would my mother care?
Then I found another document.
A draft amendment.
It proposed replacing Caroline with—
Marlene Walker.
My mother.
The signature line for Nora was blank.
I felt physically sick.
“Marlene.”
She hated when I used her first name.
“Who prepared this?”
“I don’t know.”
“It was in your handbag.”
“So?”
“So Nora is unconscious, and you’re carrying paperwork that would put you in control of our daughter’s trust.”
Her expression sharpened.
“You and Nora are terrible with money.”
Ryan stared at her.
“That’s your defense?”
“I was trying to protect Lily.”
I looked down at my daughter.
She had fallen asleep against my chest from exhaustion.
“You were kneeling on her twenty minutes ago.”
Marlene said nothing.
I called Nora’s attorney.
He listened quietly.
Then he said something that changed everything.
“Ethan, Nora called me the morning before her collapse.”
My entire body went cold.
“What did she say?”
“She believed someone had attempted to access Lily’s trust records without authorization.”
“Who?”
“She didn’t know yet.”
He paused.
“But she was frightened enough to ask me to freeze any changes unless she appeared personally in my office.”
I looked at Marlene.
Her eyes dropped.
The attorney continued.
“Nora also said she had confronted someone about missing money from another account.”
“What account?”
“A household investment account.”
“How much?”
“Approximately eighty-seven thousand dollars.”
Ryan swore under his breath.
I could barely hear him.
Because Marlene had stopped arguing.
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For the first time since I entered that bedroom, my mother looked afraid of something other than the handbag.
She was afraid of Nora waking up.
