“Let’s get this settled so we can move past this nightmare.”

I stared at the folder.

I knew exactly what lay beneath the cover sheet.

I knew what the legal stamps on the second page meant.

They thought they were about to rescue themselves with my mother’s hard-earned money.

They had no idea what was actually inside.

I gripped the edge of the cardboard and slowly began to lift the cover.

The cardboard edge scraped against the polished mahogany of the dining table.

I flipped the heavy cover back.

Linda leaned so far forward her chest pressed against the edge of the table.

Ethan’s breath hitched in his throat.

On top of the stack sat a single page printed on thick, textured bond paper.

At the very top, the words were printed in bold, black capital letters: *The Helen Vance Irrevocable Trust*.

Ethan blinked, his eyes scanning the page quickly, looking for a number.

“What is this?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly.

“These are the trust organization documents,” I said.

“Where is the transfer receipt?” Linda asked, her finger tapping the table. “Where is the routing confirmation for the bank account?”