Graham turned slowly towards me, his usual lawyer's self-assurance cracking for the first time.
"Wait," he murmured. "Are you the primary trustee?"
I placed my hands demurely on the table and finally answered.
“Yes,” I said. “Grandma made sure of it…”
Part 2
Marissa let out a nervous laugh, more fearful than amused. "It's impossible. Grandma already had trouble trusting Natalie."
Mr. Bennett didn't even flinch. "Ms. Anderson signed the trust amendment eighteen months ago, in the presence of two lawyers and her doctor. She was perfectly capable."
My mother instinctively put her hand to her chest. "Eighteen months ago? That's when Natalie started taking him to all these appointments."
"That's when everyone stopped coming," I said in a low voice.
My words had a greater impact than I expected. Mom looked down. Marissa turned away. Graham watched me with a different kind of attention, as if, suddenly, my name was of vital importance.
Mr. Bennett continued. Grandma's house, her investment accounts, her charitable foundation, and the family properties had all been transferred into the Evelyn Anderson Trust. I wasn't the sole heir, but I had been entrusted with the responsibility of protecting these assets and ensuring that Grandma's last wishes were strictly observed.
Marissa leaned across the table. "And what exactly does that mean?"
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