He said nothing.
That was answer enough.
I read only the relevant portion.
Eleanor,
If you are reading this because Daniel has attempted to pressure you for control of our assets, then I was right to be concerned.
I love our son.
But love does not require blindness.
Daniel has asked me repeatedly about the trust, the house, and whether your signature alone would be sufficient after my death.
I did not tell you because you were caring for me and already carrying too much.
I have amended the trust so that any beneficiary who attempts through fraud, coercion, abuse, or bad-faith guardianship proceedings to obtain control over you or the trust will forfeit his inheritance.
Daniel made a sound.
Barely audible.
“No.”
I kept reading.
His share will instead pass to his lawful descendants, held in protected trust, or, if none survive, to the Robert and Eleanor Vance Foundation for Elder Financial Protection.
The room disappeared around me for a moment.
Robert had known.
My husband had been dying and still trying to protect me.
Not from strangers.
From our child.
Daniel stepped backward.
“No. That’s not valid.”
Curtis no longer responded.
