A small smile appeared.
“Now they learn that being family does not give you permission to steal from someone.”
PART 3: The Last Signature
The next morning, Grandma and I met Mr. Grant at his office.
There were no dramatic speeches.
No shouting.
No cameras.
Just documents.
Lots of them.
The independent trustee sat at the end of the conference table.
He introduced himself and explained that the trust would be reviewed immediately.
Grandma listened carefully.
Then she asked the question I knew had been weighing on her mind.
“Will they go to prison?”
The trustee looked at Mr. Grant.
Mr. Grant answered.
“That depends on what the investigation finds.”
Grandma nodded.
She wasn’t smiling.
She wasn’t celebrating.
She looked tired.
“I don’t want revenge.”
Mr. Grant folded his hands.
“What do you want?”
Grandma looked at me.
Then she looked out the window.
“I want the truth.”
