PART 2
“This isn’t only about the seventy-two thousand dollars,” she said. “Your parents may have been building a legal record about you for years.”
I looked at the form.
Above the signature was a statement claiming I lacked the financial capacity to control my own trust.
Attached to it was a letter supposedly written by a therapist.
I had never met the person whose name appeared at the bottom.
Maya reached for her phone.
“Before we contact your family,” she said, “we need to find out who created this letter.”
Then she opened the last page of the trust accounting.
The page showing the withdrawals.
The page showing where my grandmother’s money had gone.
And when I saw the first payment listed beside Jake’s company, I realized the photograph he posted was not where their story began.
It was only the moment they became careless enough to let me prove it.
The first withdrawal was $18,000. The second was $12,500. The third was $9,800. And every single payment had been made before I turned twenty-one. I stared at the screen, struggling to understand what I was looking at. My grandmother had spent years saving that money for me. She used to tell me it was supposed to give me a head start in life, something nobody could ever take away. But someone had taken it. And the more Maya scrolled through the records, the worse it became.
“Look at the dates,” she said quietly. I leaned closer. The first withdrawal had gone to an account connected to Jake’s business. The second had paid off a personal loan belonging to my father. The third had been transferred into an account under my mother’s name.
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