My father quickly stepped between them.
“Nobody stole anything!”
He looked toward Elena.
“My wife and I were responsible for managing the family trust. We simply moved funds where they were needed.”
I opened my folder.
“Then let’s discuss what Grandma actually authorized you to do.”
Eleven years earlier, my grandmother Eleanor created a trust to protect the property and assets she intended to leave me.
She hadn’t wanted my parents to have unlimited control.
But she believed they’d follow the rules she’d established.
The trust permitted them to manage certain assets temporarily while I completed graduate school and began building my career.
Their authority was supposed to end automatically when I turned thirty.
After that, control of the trust property was to pass to me.
My thirtieth birthday had been fourteen months before Madison’s supposed house purchase.
My parents never informed the bank that their authority had expired.
