Marlena\u2019s water glass trembled as she set it down. \u201cDiana,\u201d she said softly, \u201cthis doesn\u2019t have to become adversarial. Your father is getting older. He deserves security. If there\u2019s money sitting in your name doing nothing, the family should benefit.\u201d I stared at her, then at the attorney sitting beside her. \u201cThe family?\u201d I repeated. \u201cYou\u2019ve been married to my father four months. Since then, you emptied my late mother\u2019s house, changed the names on his accounts, and replaced his financial adviser. Now you\u2019re sitting in my living room with a lawyer, asking about my grandfather\u2019s trust.\u201d Marlena smiled, but there was nothing warm behind it. \u201cI\u2019m only trying to protect your father.\u201d \u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cYou\u2019re trying to protect something else.\u201d<\/p>\n
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The attorney shifted uncomfortably. His name was Barrett Cole, and he had arrived carrying a thick folder labeled with my name. \u201cPerhaps we can simply discuss the terms of the trust,\u201d he said. I almost laughed. Nobody outside the family was supposed to know the details. My grandfather had made certain of that. I reached toward the drawer beside my utility bills, and both of them leaned forward. Marlena\u2019s eyes sharpened. She clearly expected me to produce the trust documents. Instead, I pulled out my phone, turned on the speaker, and called my father. He answered immediately. \u201cDad,\u201d I said, looking directly at Marlena, \u201cI have something you need to hear.\u201d<\/p>\n
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