Then she saw me.
The look on her face was unlike anything I had ever seen.
No superiority.
No amused contempt.
No false warmth.
Only disbelief.
And fear.
“You,” she said.
“What did you do?”
I said nothing.
Daniel had warned me.
Don’t engage.
Let the documents speak.
He stepped forward holding a folder.
“Mrs. Monroe, I’m Daniel Reyes. I represent Ms. Reeves.”
Ms. Reeves.
My name.
My own name returned to me.
“As of this morning, my client’s divorce from your son is final. What you may not know is that this property was never owned by you outright.”
Patricia stared at him.
“Your late husband gave you a life estate. You had the right to occupy the home during your lifetime under certain conditions. Ownership of the property itself was placed into trust.”
Daniel paused.
“The beneficiary of that trust is my client, Allison Reeves.”
