A carefully arranged stack of papers, the edges aligned with meticulous precision. Her eyes darted over the documents, struggling to comprehend the full weight of their implication.
At the top was a handwritten note from me, simple and to the point:
“Dear Lisa,
I have decided to make some changes for all of our futures. After everything that happened, I felt it was time to take control of my life in a way that benefits us all. These papers will explain everything.
Love, Mom”
Beneath the note were several legal documents: the paperwork for the sale of the house, the transfer of my assets into a trust, and a letter appointing Gerald as the executor of my estate. I had sold the house that I’d been living in since my husband’s death and liquidated my savings, placing the proceeds in a trust that would fund not only my needs but also those of my grandchildren, including Travis’s braces, college funds, and more.
