I turned the page.

Beneath it was the bank confirmation letter, stamped in blue ink by the estate’s executor.

“The seven million dollars was transferred yesterday morning,” I said quietly.

“Good,” Ethan said, reaching for the paper. “So we just need to draft the authorization to release the funds to the creditor.”

“You can’t,” I said.

Ethan stopped, his hand hovering an inch above the document.

“What do you mean we can’t?” Linda asked, her voice dropping an octave.

“It is an irrevocable trust,” I said, pointing to the legal stamp on the second page. “The money no longer belongs to me.”

“Of course it belongs to you,” Linda snapped, her face flushing a deep, mottled red. “It’s your inheritance.”

“No,” I said, looking her directly in the eyes. “Under New York law, once the funds are moved into an irrevocable trust of this structure, they belong to the trust entity itself.”

“Who is the trustee?” Ethan asked, his voice shaking as he grabbed the papers and pulled them toward him.

“A corporate fiduciary,” I said. “A bank.”

Ethan’s fingers crumpled the edge of the document as he read.