PART 7
The document gave Michael authority over certain financial matters.
I looked at the signature.
It looked like mine.
Almost perfect.
But there was something wrong.
The date.
I had been in Europe that week.
I remembered because Richard had been alive then, and we had celebrated our anniversary in Paris.
“I couldn’t have signed this.”
Thomas looked at me.
“That’s what the forensic examiner thinks.”
My blood ran cold.
“You think someone forged my signature?”
“We don’t know yet.”
“But you’re investigating.”
“Yes.”
“Who?”
He didn’t answer.
He didn’t need to.
I already knew.
Or at least I knew where we needed to look.
Three days later, Thomas had enough information to confront the first person.
Daniel Mercer.
We met in his office.
He was older than I remembered.
Gray hair.
Thin face.
Nervous eyes.
When he saw me, his expression changed.
“Mrs. Harris.”
“Call me Maggie.”
He nodded.
Thomas placed the photograph on the desk.
“We need answers.”
Daniel stared at it.
Then he looked at me.
“I was afraid this day would come.”
My heart sank.
“What did my children do?”
He rubbed his forehead.
“Your husband asked me to protect you.”
“From what?”
“From them.”
The words hit me like a physical blow.
Daniel continued.
“Richard discovered that Michael had been asking about your finances.”
“Only Michael?”
“No.”
Jennifer and Lisa too.
“Why?”
“They believed Richard was going to leave most of the estate to you.”
“He did.”
“They didn’t like that.”
I swallowed.
“What happened six months before he died?”
Daniel looked at Thomas.
Then back at me.
“Richard called me and said he was afraid.”
“Afraid of my children?”
“Yes.”
“What did they want?”
“The house.”
“Only the house?”
Daniel hesitated.
“No.”
“What else?”
“The protected account.”
I felt sick.
“They knew about it?”
“Not at first.”
“Then how?”
“Michael discovered that Richard had been moving money.”
“How?”
“I don’t know.”
Daniel looked down.
“Then your children came to my office.”
“All three?”
“Yes.”
“What did they say?”
“They said they were concerned about you.”
I almost laughed.
“They used those words?”
“Almost exactly.”
I looked at Thomas.
“What happened next?”
Daniel’s face tightened.
“They asked me to help them convince Richard that you were no longer capable of managing your finances.”
My heart stopped.
“They wanted to declare me incompetent?”
“Not officially.”
“But they were planning to?”
Daniel nodded.
“Richard refused.”
“What happened?”
“They became angry.”
“All three?”
“Michael did most of the talking.”
“What about Jennifer and Lisa?”
“They didn’t stop him.”
That hurt.
Even Lisa.
The daughter who had always avoided conflict.
The daughter I thought was simply passive.
She had been there.
Daniel continued.
“Richard told them that if they ever tried to take control of your finances, he would disinherit all three of them.”
I closed my eyes.
“And did he?”
“Not exactly.”
“Why?”
“Because he died before he could finish everything.”
Silence filled the room.
Then Daniel reached into a drawer.
He pulled out another envelope.
“I was supposed to give this to you if your children ever tried to force you out of your home.”
My hands trembled.
“Another letter?”
“No.”
He placed a USB drive on the desk.
“Evidence.”
I looked at Thomas.
He nodded.
We took it.
That evening, Thomas and I reviewed the files.
There were emails.
Bank records.
Copies of documents.
And recordings.
One recording was from a meeting between Richard and my children.
I pressed play.
Richard’s voice filled the room.
“If you love your mother, you’ll leave her finances alone.”
Michael answered.
“We’re trying to protect her.”
“No,” Richard said.
“You want the house.”
Jennifer spoke next.
“That’s not fair.”
“Then prove me wrong.”
Lisa’s voice came last.
“We just think Mom shouldn’t be alone.”
Richard responded:
“Then visit her.”
Silence.
Then he said something that broke my heart.
“Your mother would give you everything she has if you simply asked her with love. Don’t turn her love into a weapon.”
The recording ended.
I sat in silence.
Then I cried.
Not because Richard was gone.
Because he had been fighting for me when I didn’t even know I needed protection.
But the next recording was worse.
It was dated only weeks before Richard died.
Michael’s voice was angry.
“If Dad dies, Mom won’t know what to do.”
Jennifer said:
“Then we’ll help her.”
Michael replied:
“She’ll eventually agree to sell.”
Lisa asked:
“What if she doesn’t?”
Michael answered:
“She will.”
Then Jennifer said:
“And the money?”
Michael laughed.
“Once the house is sold, everything gets divided.”
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