said. “He left you control of it.”
She handed me a document bearing Dad’s unmistakable signature.
My hands trembled.
“What is this?”
“Your father’s original property agreement. He created a family trust seventeen years ago.”
I examined the pages.
The five acres were only part of it.
The house, surrounding land, and several investment accounts were all protected under the trust.
With one condition.
I remembered Dad’s warning.
Never let anyone convince you that what I built for you belongs to them.
I swallowed.
“Does Logan know about the trust?”
