“You told her to go home.”
His eyes narrowed.
“You don’t understand what happened.”
“I was standing there.”
“You were confused.”
“No.”
I looked at him.
“I was the only person in that family who wasn’t pretending.”
My mother whispered my name.
I ignored her.
Dad stared at me for a long moment.
Then his voice went quiet.
“You have no idea what you’ve done.”
I almost smiled.
“Actually, Dad, I think I finally do.”
Mr. Grant turned another page.
“There is something else.”
Dad’s expression changed.
“What?”
“Your mother didn’t just lose thirty thousand dollars.”
He pulled out a copy of the family trust.
“She nearly lost control of the building where your company operates.”
Silence.
Dad stared at the document.
“What are you talking about?”
Mr. Grant pointed to a paragraph.
“Your father placed this property into Hazel’s trust before he died.”
