The Silent Inheritance That Exposed My Family Secret in the Desert
“They do,” Voss agreed. “And because of the way the contract is structured, there is no option for a standard loan modification without your express approval.”
“What about the cabin?” I asked.
“The cabin is held in a separate trust,” Voss said. “Dorian has been trying to sell it to cover the mortgage arrears on the Dallas house.”
“So he is trying to sell my father’s land to pay off the debt he owes to my father’s company,” I said.
The irony was heavy.
“He has a buyer lined up for the cabin,” Voss said. “A developer who wants to clear the timber and build luxury rentals. Dorian needs that sale to go through, or he faces immediate default on the Dallas property.”
“And he needs my signature to release the cabin from the trust,” I said.
“He does,” Voss said. “As the primary trustee, you have sole veto power over any sale or transfer of that land.”
I picked up a heavy brass paperweight on my desk.
It was an old artillery casing my father had given me when I graduated from Officer Candidate School.