Then those investments funded the purchase of my parents’ current house.
The house Mom always said Dad’s “business success” had paid for.
I confronted her separately.
This time we met in Nathaniel’s conference room.
My father was not invited.
Mom arrived angry.
Then she saw the transaction record.
Her anger vanished.
“Where did you get that?”
“Wexford.”
She sat.
“Mom.”
Nothing.
“What was the $2.4 million?”
Her hands trembled.
“Sylvie, some things happened before you were old enough to understand.”
“I am twenty-nine.”
“I know.”
“Then explain.”
She looked at the attorneys.
“I won’t speak with them here.”
I told Nathaniel and his associate to step out.
They did.
Mom waited until the door closed.
Then she whispered:
“Your father didn’t know.”
“Didn’t know what?”
“The money was mine.”
“Where did it come from?”
“Elaine.”
I stared.
“Grandma’s half-sister?”
Mom nodded.
“She contacted me when you were little.”
