said.”
“Then what are you talking about?”
His voice remained low.
“Dad probably put it in your name because you took care of him. Maybe he thought it would protect you somehow. We’ll sort it out.”
We’ll sort it out.
As though Frank had made some clerical mistake.
As though my name appearing in a legal trust were merely a temporary inconvenience.
Something cold moved through my chest.
Six days earlier, Frank Bennett had died at seventy-nine.
For the last three years of his life, I had gradually become the
