Grant came back onto the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad, this isn\u2019t funny.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad smiled faintly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI agree.\u201d<\/p>\n
His smile disappeared.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa\u2019s breathing became audible.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad, we got the paperwork.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, I understand perfectly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad picked up his coffee again.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou two called my daughter at six-thirty in the morning and told her I was dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
Neither of them answered.<\/p>\n
Dad took a sip.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you told her my house belonged to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Still nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told her my truck belonged to you. My accounts. My belongings. You told her she wasn\u2019t welcome in her childhood home anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice remained remarkably calm.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd then you told her I had specifically excluded her from my will.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grant finally said, \u201cDad, we thought\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad cut him off.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t think.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word landed heavily.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou assumed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa started crying.<\/p>\n
But Dad wasn\u2019t moved.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are you?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
Vanessa hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cAt the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course you are.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad leaned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did you get inside?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have keys.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have keys to the front door.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa said nothing.<\/p>\n
Dad nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you didn\u2019t break in.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
He glanced at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat saves me one phone call.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had no idea what he meant.<\/p>\n
Neither did Vanessa.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat phone call?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo the sheriff.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Grant immediately became defensive.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would you call the sheriff? We\u2019re your children.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s expression hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve spent seventy-four years learning that being related to someone doesn\u2019t make them trustworthy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa\u2019s voice cracked.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad, please.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad didn\u2019t respond.<\/p>\n
Instead, he asked a completely different question.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you go into my office?\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa didn\u2019t answer quickly enough.<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe were looking for the will.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were looking for the version of the will you hoped existed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grant muttered something under his breath.<\/p>\n
Dad heard it.<\/p>\n
\u201cSay it louder.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said we were trying to make sure everything was handled.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore I was even dead?\u201d<\/p>\n
Grant didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
Dad laughed once.<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t a happy laugh.<\/p>\n
It was the kind of laugh people use when something is so absurd that anger has temporarily run out of words.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou two are unbelievable.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa began crying harder.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad, we were scared.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cScared of what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat you were going to leave everything to Natalie.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad looked at me.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t say anything.<\/p>\n
He looked back at the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd that frightened you enough to kill me before breakfast?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what you did.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice suddenly became colder.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t just lie about my death. You planned around it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grant tried to interrupt.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe didn\u2019t know you were\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlive?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad raised an eyebrow.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes. That part is becoming obvious.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost smiled.<\/p>\n
Dad had always been sarcastic when he was angry.<\/p>\n
When I was a child, I\u2019d once broken a lamp playing indoor baseball.<\/p>\n
He\u2019d stared at the broken lamp for ten seconds before saying, \u201cWell, at least we know the lamp lost.\u201d<\/p>\n
This was the same voice.<\/p>\n
Only this time, there was no humor behind it.<\/p>\n
Vanessa whispered, \u201cWho told you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s eyes narrowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cTold me what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat we were coming.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad glanced at me.<\/p>\n
Then toward the hallway.<\/p>\n
Then back at the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo one.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa was silent.<\/p>\n
Dad continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou two made one enormous mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat mistake?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou assumed I was helpless.\u201d<\/p>\n
I saw something in his face I\u2019d never seen before.<\/p>\n
Not anger.<\/p>\n
Not disappointment.<\/p>\n
Something deeper.<\/p>\n
Regret.<\/p>\n
Not for himself.<\/p>\n
For his children.<\/p>\n
Dad had spent his entire life believing family could survive almost anything.<\/p>\n
Apparently, he\u2019d finally learned there was something it couldn\u2019t survive.<\/p>\n
Greed without shame.<\/p>\n
Vanessa said, \u201cDad, if you\u2019re really alive, then we need to talk in person.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou need to leave my house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cImmediately.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grant shouted, \u201cYou can\u2019t kick us out!\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said the house would go to us!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said nothing of the kind.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut the papers\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat papers?\u201d<\/p>\n
Grant stopped.<\/p>\n
Dad leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe ones you found?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cInteresting.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes met mine.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause those aren\u2019t the documents I changed yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa\u2019s voice trembled.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you change?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
Instead, he looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cNatalie.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGet dressed.\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re going to Harold\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
I knew immediately that this wasn\u2019t a casual visit.<\/p>\n
Harold wasn\u2019t just Dad\u2019s oldest friend.<\/p>\n
He was also the man Dad trusted with every legal document he didn\u2019t want sitting around the house.<\/p>\n
I grabbed my coat.<\/p>\n
Dad stood.<\/p>\n
Before leaving, he picked up his phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cOne more thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vanessa sounded desperate now.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want you and Grant to stay exactly where you are.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou heard me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s voice became firm.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t touch anything else.\u201d<\/p>\n
He paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd don\u2019t leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grant laughed nervously.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t order us around.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad replied calmly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t have to.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then he ended the call.<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you do yesterday?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad walked toward the front door.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomething I should have done ten years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
He opened the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cProtected myself from my own children.\u201d<\/p>\n
The drive to Harold\u2019s house took twenty minutes.<\/p>\n
Neither of us spoke much.<\/p>\n
The morning sun was barely above the trees.<\/p>\n
Everything looked strangely normal.<\/p>\n
People walked their dogs.<\/p>\n
A school bus stopped at the corner.<\/p>\n
A woman in a red coat carried groceries from her car.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, my sister was sitting inside my father\u2019s house, apparently waiting to inherit everything.<\/p>\n
I finally broke the silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHmm?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you really change your will yesterday?\u201d<\/p>\n
He kept his eyes on the road.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ll find out.\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not an answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is the only one you\u2019re getting until Harold is present.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked out the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you know Vanessa was planning this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen how did you know to change everything yesterday?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad was quiet.<\/p>\n
Then he said something that made my stomach tighten.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause yesterday, I found out something about your sister.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll tell you when Harold is here.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was all.<\/p>\n
When we arrived, Harold was already waiting outside.<\/p>\n
He was seventy-six, tall and thin, with white hair and the permanent squint of a man who had spent too many years fishing in bright sunlight.<\/p>\n
He walked toward us before Dad had even shut off the engine.<\/p>\n
\u201cI assume they made the call.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad nodded.<\/p>\n
Harold looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much did they tell you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat Dad was dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harold sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
He opened the front door.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
We followed him into his study.<\/p>\n
The room smelled like old books and coffee.<\/p>\n
A large wooden desk sat beneath the window.<\/p>\n
On it were three folders.<\/p>\n
One was blue.<\/p>\n
One was black.<\/p>\n
The third was red.<\/p>\n
Dad stared at the red folder.<\/p>\n
Harold noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou want to tell her?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harold sat down.<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cNatalie, your father came to see me yesterday afternoon.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn\u2019t come to talk about money.\u201d<\/p>\n
I swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he come to talk about?\u201d<\/p>\n
Harold opened the red folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour sister.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt my stomach drop.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about Vanessa?\u201d<\/p>\n
Harold removed several sheets of paper.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father discovered that Vanessa had been contacting people about selling the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wasn\u2019t planning to renovate it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harold continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe had already spoken with a developer.\u201d<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t speak.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe intended to sell the property immediately after your father\u2019s death.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Dad.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did she think she could do that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause she believed she would inherit it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harold placed another document on the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe had also discussed selling your father\u2019s truck.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the fishing boat.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe boat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad gave a bitter smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently everything has a price.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harold wasn\u2019t finished.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s more.\u201d<\/p>\n
He opened another section of the folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cThree months ago, Vanessa contacted your father\u2019s bank.\u201d<\/p>\n
My eyes widened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told them your father was becoming mentally incapable of managing his finances.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s expression hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wanted access.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd did they give it to her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harold looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey called your father.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was when I started paying attention.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat down.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo yesterday\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYesterday,\u201d Dad said, \u201cI decided I was done waiting.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harold slid the blue folder across the desk.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father signed everything yesterday afternoon.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened it.<\/p>\n
The first page was a legal document.<\/p>\n
I read the first paragraph.<\/p>\n
Then I stopped.<\/p>\n
My hands began trembling.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cKeep reading.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did.<\/p>\n
The document wasn\u2019t simply a new will.<\/p>\n
It was a trust.<\/p>\n
A trust naming me as the primary beneficiary.<\/p>\n
But there was another clause.<\/p>\n
A very unusual one.<\/p>\n
I read it twice.<\/p>\n
Then I looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou left the house to me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t speak.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut why?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s face softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you never asked for it.\u201d<\/p>\n
That sentence broke something inside me.<\/p>\n
For years, I\u2019d been convinced Dad secretly preferred Vanessa.<\/p>\n
She lived nearby.<\/p>\n
She attended family dinners.<\/p>\n
She was there for birthdays.<\/p>\n
She knew his neighbors.<\/p>\n
I had always believed distance had made me the less important daughter.<\/p>\n
But Dad continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were the one who called me every morning when your mother was sick.\u201d<\/p>\n
My eyes filled with tears.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were the one who flew home whenever I needed help.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were the one who never asked what you\u2019d get.\u201d<\/p>\n
I wiped my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cLet me finish.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked directly at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t change my will because Vanessa wanted less.\u201d<\/p>\n
He paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cI changed it because you deserved more.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harold looked away.<\/p>\n
Even he seemed uncomfortable witnessing the moment.<\/p>\n
Dad continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut there\u2019s one part you haven\u2019t read.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked down.<\/p>\n
There was another page.<\/p>\n
A handwritten note was attached to it.<\/p>\n
Dad said quietly:<\/p>\n
\u201cRead that last.\u201d<\/p>\n
I picked it up.<\/p>\n
The handwriting was unmistakably his.<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s hands had always been large.<\/p>\n
The letters were uneven.<\/p>\n
The first sentence read:<\/p>\n
Natalie, if you\u2019re reading this while I\u2019m still alive, then something has gone terribly wrong.<\/strong><\/p>\n I looked up.<\/p>\n Dad nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cKeep going.\u201d<\/p>\n I continued.<\/p>\n I have spent my whole life believing that children should never have to compete for their parents\u2019 love. I was wrong. Sometimes parents create competition without realizing it. Sometimes one child learns to take while the other learns to give.<\/strong><\/p>\n My vision blurred.<\/p>\n I kept reading.<\/p>\n Vanessa has spent years believing that being nearby makes her more entitled to me. You have spent years believing that being far away makes you less loved. Neither belief is true.<\/strong><\/p>\n I stopped.<\/p>\n Dad looked at me.<\/p>\n \u201cThere\u2019s more.\u201d<\/p>\n I continued.<\/p>\n If Vanessa ever comes after the house, don\u2019t fight her. Don\u2019t scream. Don\u2019t beg. Let the documents speak.<\/strong><\/p>\n My heart began pounding.<\/p>\n Then I reached the final paragraph.<\/p>\n And if Vanessa ever tells you I\u2019m dead while I\u2019m sitting three feet away, you\u2019ll know exactly what she has become.<\/strong><\/p>\n I slowly lowered the paper.<\/p>\n Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n Then Harold cleared his throat.<\/p>\n \u201cThere\u2019s one more thing.\u201d<\/p>\n He opened the black folder.<\/p>\n Inside were bank records.<\/p>\n Transfer records.<\/p>\n Emails.<\/p>\n Property inquiries.<\/p>\n And one document dated six weeks earlier.<\/p>\n I read the amount.<\/p>\n My breath caught.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s this?\u201d<\/p>\n Dad didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n Harold did.<\/p>\n \u201cYour sister has been taking money from your father\u2019s account.\u201d<\/p>\n I stared at the page.<\/p>\n \u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n Harold gave me a grim look.<\/p>\n \u201cForty-eight thousand dollars.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked at Dad.<\/p>\n His eyes were closed.<\/p>\n For the first time that morning, he looked old.<\/p>\n Not seventy-four.<\/p>\n Older.<\/p>\n Tired.<\/p>\n Heartbroken.<\/p>\n \u201cDid you know?\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n \u201cNot all of it.\u201d<\/p>\n He opened his eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cI knew some money was missing.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBecause I wanted to believe there was an explanation.\u201d<\/p>\n His voice cracked slightly.<\/p>\n \u201cI wanted to believe my daughter hadn\u2019t stolen from me.\u201d<\/p>\n The room went silent.<\/p>\n Then Harold\u2019s phone rang.<\/p>\n He looked at the screen.<\/p>\n His expression changed.<\/p>\n \u201cWho is it?\u201d<\/p>\n Dad asked.<\/p>\n Harold didn\u2019t answer immediately.<\/p>\n Then he put the call on speaker.<\/p>\n It was the sheriff.<\/p>\n He had been called to my father\u2019s house.<\/p>\n Apparently Vanessa and Grant were demanding proof that Dad was alive.<\/p>\n Dad laughed softly.<\/p>\n \u201cWell.\u201d<\/p>\n He looked at me.<\/p>\n \u201cI suppose the funeral is canceled.\u201d<\/p>\n But the sheriff\u2019s next words wiped the humor from his face.<\/p>\n \u201cHarold, you need to get here.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBecause we\u2019ve found something in the garage.\u201d<\/p>\n Dad stood.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n The sheriff hesitated.<\/p>\n \u201cA second set of property documents.\u201d<\/p>\n Harold frowned.<\/p>\n \u201cThat doesn\u2019t make sense.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt gets worse.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n The sheriff\u2019s voice became quieter.<\/p>\n \u201cThe documents appear to contain your father\u2019s signature.\u201d<\/p>\n Dad looked at me.<\/p>\n \u201cBut I didn\u2019t sign them.\u201d<\/p>\n Nobody moved.<\/p>\n The sheriff continued.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd according to the date on the papers\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n He paused.<\/p>\n \u201cThey were signed three weeks ago.\u201d<\/p>\n Dad\u2019s face went pale.<\/p>\n Three weeks ago.<\/p>\n That was long before yesterday.<\/p>\n Long before Dad changed his will.<\/p>\n Long before Vanessa called me that morning.<\/p>\n Someone had been preparing to take control of my father\u2019s life long before we knew anything was wrong.<\/p>\n Dad reached for the back of the chair.<\/p>\n For the first time since I\u2019d known him, I saw genuine fear in his eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cHarold,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n \u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCall the bank.\u201d<\/p>\n Harold reached for his phone.<\/p>\n Dad looked at me.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd Natalie?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhatever happens next\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n He swallowed.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t trust anyone who says they were trying to help me.\u201d<\/p>\n Before I could answer, Harold\u2019s phone rang again.<\/p>\n This time, the caller ID showed a number none of us recognized.<\/p>\n Harold answered.<\/p>\n \u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n A man\u2019s voice came through the speaker.<\/p>\n Calm.<\/p>\n Cold.<\/p>\n And completely unfamiliar.<\/p>\n \u201cMr. Pike?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI believe you have documents that belong to my client.\u201d<\/p>\n Harold frowned.<\/p>\n \u201cWho is your client?\u201d<\/p>\n The man paused.<\/p>\n Then he said a name that made Dad\u2019s entire body stiffen.<\/p>\n \u201cVanessa Cole.\u201d<\/p>\n Dad looked at me.<\/p>\n And I knew immediately that the story was nowhere near over.<\/p>\n Harold stared at the phone.<\/p>\n For several seconds, he didn\u2019t respond.<\/p>\n The man\u2019s voice came again.<\/p>\n \u201cMr. Pike, are you still there?\u201d<\/p>\n Harold\u2019s eyes moved toward my father.<\/p>\n Dad was standing completely still.<\/p>\n \u201cWho are you?\u201d Harold asked.<\/p>\n \u201cMy name is Richard Bell. I\u2019m representing Vanessa Cole.\u201d<\/p>\n Dad\u2019s expression changed.<\/p>\n Not anger.<\/p>\n Recognition.<\/p>\n Harold noticed it.<\/p>\n \u201cYou know him?\u201d<\/p>\n Dad nodded slowly.<\/p>\n \u201cI know the name.\u201d<\/p>\n Richard continued.<\/p>\n \u201cMy client has informed me that you\u2019re currently in possession of documents belonging to her father.\u201d<\/p>\n Harold\u2019s eyebrows rose.<\/p>\n \u201cHer father?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMy father\u2019s name is Edward Cole,\u201d Dad said.<\/p>\n Richard paused.<\/p>\n Then he replied carefully.<\/p>\n \u201cYes. Edward Cole.\u201d<\/p>\n Dad stepped closer to the phone.<\/p>\n \u201cThen you should know that I\u2019m Edward Cole.\u201d<\/p>\n Silence.<\/p>\n A long silence.<\/p>\n Then Richard said something that made my stomach tighten.<\/p>\n \u201cI was told Mr. Cole passed away last night.\u201d<\/p>\n Dad laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n \u201cSo was my daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n Another pause.<\/p>\n \u201cI see.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d Dad said. \u201cYou don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n He looked at Harold.<\/p>\n \u201cAsk him about the documents.\u201d<\/p>\n Harold did.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat documents are you talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n Richard\u2019s voice became guarded.<\/p>\n \u201cThe documents transferring ownership of the property.\u201d<\/p>\n Dad\u2019s face hardened.<\/p>\n \u201cI never signed a property transfer.\u201d<\/p>\n Richard didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n Harold leaned forward.<\/p>\n \u201cThen perhaps you should explain why your client possesses a document claiming otherwise.\u201d<\/p>\n The attorney\u2019s voice became colder.<\/p>\n \u201cMr. Pike, I\u2019m not going to discuss confidential matters over the phone.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen come here.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t think that\u2019s necessary.\u201d<\/p>\n Dad smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cIt will be.\u201d<\/p>\n Richard disconnected.<\/p>\n Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n I looked at Dad.<\/p>\n \u201cWho is he?\u201d<\/p>\n Dad rubbed his forehead.<\/p>\n \u201cI met him once.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAbout six months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n Dad hesitated.<\/p>\n \u201cHe was introduced to me by Vanessa.\u201d<\/p>\n Harold slowly closed the folder.<\/p>\n \u201cEdward.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou need to tell Natalie everything.\u201d<\/p>\n Dad nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n He sat down.<\/p>\n Then he told me something I had never heard before.<\/p>\n Six months earlier, Vanessa had come to him with an idea.<\/p>\n She said she wanted to help him organize his estate.<\/p>\n She told him she was worried about what would happen if he became sick.<\/p>\n At the time, Dad had thought she was being responsible.<\/p>\n She brought Richard Bell to the house.<\/p>\n He presented himself as an estate attorney.<\/p>\n He prepared several documents.<\/p>\n Dad signed some papers.<\/p>\n But before signing anything important, Dad had asked Harold to review them.<\/p>\n Harold discovered problems.<\/p>\n \u201cSome of the documents gave Vanessa authority over your father\u2019s property,\u201d Harold explained.<\/p>\n Dad nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cSo I refused to sign them.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat happened afterward?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n \u201cVanessa became angry.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow angry?\u201d<\/p>\n Dad looked at me.<\/p>\n \u201cShe told me I was being stubborn.\u201d<\/p>\n I felt a chill.<\/p>\n \u201cThen what?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShe said if I wouldn\u2019t let her help me voluntarily, she\u2019d find another way.\u201d<\/p>\n I stared at him.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n Dad looked down.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" PART 3 Grant came back onto the phone. \u201cDad, this isn\u2019t funny.\u201d Dad smiled faintly. \u201cI agree.\u201d His smile disappeared. \u201cIt isn\u2019t.\u201d Vanessa\u2019s breathing became audible. \u201cDad, we got the … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1000,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13,12,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1611","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-news","category-story","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/usastoryreader.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1611","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/usastoryreader.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/usastoryreader.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/usastoryreader.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/usastoryreader.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1611"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/usastoryreader.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1611\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1612,"href":"https:\/\/usastoryreader.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1611\/revisions\/1612"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/usastoryreader.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1000"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/usastoryreader.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1611"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/usastoryreader.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1611"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/usastoryreader.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1611"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}PART 4<\/h2>\n