After an exhausting day at work, I arrived home to discover my wife of thirty-eight years standing outside the locked gate of our own house, holding a small paper bag of groceries. Tears filled her eyes as she looked at me and whispered

to our estate and business arrangements.”

“Of course, Tom. What’s happened?”

“I want to review our trust and remove Ethan as the designated successor trustee. I also want him taken out of the company’s future ownership transition plan.”

Ethan stared at me.

“Dad, wait.”

I kept speaking.

“And I’d like you to prepare whatever legal notice is appropriate to prevent Ethan and Ashley from entering our property without our permission.”

Ashley stepped forward.

“You can’t possibly mean that.”

I looked toward Linda.

Her hands were still trembling.

“Yes,” I replied. “