Then I found the sentence that made my stomach tighten.
Once Evelyn signs, we won’t have to keep asking permission.
“What estate plan?” I asked.
Sloane frowned. “I thought you already agreed.”
“I’ve never seen this.”
She pushed another document toward me. It was a draft giving Richard broad control over my business and property if I died first.
“He said you wanted everything to remain in the family,” she whispered.
“It is in the family. My house is held in the Carter family trust for Michael.”
Her face lost color.
“I thought Michael had already received his share.”
“Richard told you that?”
She nodded. “He also said I wouldn’t need loans because you wanted to pay for school.”
I looked through the window at cars moving along the wet street.
“Why are you showing me this?”
Sloane rubbed her thumb along the cardboard sleeve of her coffee cup.
“Yesterday, Dad asked me to sign a statement saying you always knew where the money was going.”
“You didn’t sign it?”
