CHAPTER 6 — The Will That Changed Everything
CHAPTER 6 — The Will That Changed Everything
My fingers hovered over the screen.
The detectives were only a few feet away, speaking quietly with Dr. Foster in the hallway. Vanessa stood frozen beside the conference table, trying to look offended instead of frightened.
The email sat unopened.
Regarding the Estate of Eleanor Brooks — Immediate Attention Required
I clicked it.
Inside was a brief message.
Mrs. Mara Carter,
I have attempted to reach your parents for several weeks without success. Recent events suggest you should receive these documents immediately.
Your grandmother, Eleanor Brooks, instructed me to contact you if I ever believed her final wishes were being deliberately ignored.
The attached files include her original signed will, several handwritten letters, and financial records that were removed from the probate file before your family meeting five years ago.
I believe you have been misled.
Attached were scanned documents totaling nearly eighty pages.
At the top of the first page was my grandmother's unmistakable signature.
I felt my heartbeat quicken.
My grandmother had died five years earlier.
I had accepted what my parents told me without question.
Apparently, I shouldn't have.
"Mrs. Carter?"
One of the detectives stepped inside.
"I'm Detective Harris."
His partner introduced herself as Detective Monroe.
"We understand you're the owner of the laptop that was destroyed."
"My daughter is."
"We'd like a statement."
Vanessa interrupted immediately.
"This is ridiculous."
Detective Harris turned toward her.
"Mrs. Brooks, we'll speak with you shortly."
"It was an accident."
Madison looked up.
"No, it wasn't."
Vanessa hissed through clenched teeth.
"Madison."
The detective calmly asked, "Are you saying it was intentional?"
Madison nodded.
"Yes."
"I watched her throw it into the fire."
The room became silent again.
Detective Monroe took notes without looking surprised.
People who investigate crimes for a living rarely are.
An hour later, Lily and I finally left the school.
Neither of us spoke until we reached the car.
Then Lily asked quietly,
"Are you going to read Grandma's papers?"
"I have to."
We drove home.
Made tea neither of us drank.
Then spread every document across the dining room table.
The first letter was addressed to me.
In my grandmother's careful handwriting.
My dearest Mara,
If you are reading this, someone has failed you.
I pray I am wrong, but I know this family too well to ignore what I have seen.
I blinked hard.
Lily sat silently beside me.
I continued reading.
Your parents have always mistaken fairness for weakness.
They believe protecting one child means sacrificing another.
They have done this since you and Vanessa were little girls.
A lump formed in my throat.
Grandma had known.
The whole time.
She had seen it.
The second page hurt even more.
You will probably be told that I left everything equally between both daughters.
That is not true.
I looked at the attached will.
My eyes widened.
The original document clearly stated:
My lake house shall pass to my granddaughter, Mara Carter.
Not my mother.
Not my father.
Not both sisters jointly.
Me.
I remembered the family meeting after Grandma's funeral.
Dad had stood in the living room holding paperwork.
He'd smiled sadly.
"The house has to be sold."
Mom had squeezed my hand.
"Your grandmother wanted everything divided equally."
I had believed them.
Every word.
According to the original will...
They had lied.
There was another attachment.
A bank statement.
Then another.
Then another.
Each one documented money flowing from my grandmother's estate into an account I had never seen.
Account holder:
Robert Brooks.
I counted the transfers.
Twenty-three separate withdrawals.
Nearly four hundred thousand dollars.
Lily whispered,
"They stole it."
"I think they did."
"No."
She looked closer.
"They definitely did."
The final letter wasn't addressed to me.
It was addressed to my father.
It had never been opened.
The envelope had been scanned with the seal still intact.
My grandmother had written across the front:
To be delivered only after my death.
Apparently...
It never had been.
I carefully opened the scanned image of the letter.
The first sentence explained everything.
Robert,
If you are reading this before Mara has, then you have already betrayed me.
I felt chills race down my arms.
Grandma continued.
I know you believe Vanessa needs constant rescue.
You have spent twenty years protecting her from the consequences of her own choices.
Someday you will convince yourself that stealing from one daughter is justified if it benefits the other.
When that day comes, remember this:
You are not saving Vanessa.
You are destroying your family.
I stopped reading.
Tears blurred the page.
It was as though my grandmother had seen the future.
Every word had come true.
The doorbell rang.
Neither Lily nor I moved.
It rang again.
Then a third time.
Finally, I opened the front door.
Detective Harris stood there.
This time he wasn't alone.
He held a folder in his hand.
"Mrs. Carter, sorry to disturb you."
"What happened?"
"We've been reviewing the video evidence."
I nodded.
"We also received additional financial records this afternoon."
My pulse skipped.
"From who?"
"I'm not at liberty to say."
He glanced at the papers spread across my dining table.
"I'll only ask one question."
I waited.
"Did you know your parents were listed as trustees over part of your grandmother's estate?"
"No."
"They shouldn't have been."
Every muscle in my body tightened.
"What does that mean?"
"It means..."
He opened the folder.
"...the probate court's copy doesn't match the original signed documents."
Lily gasped.
Detective Harris looked directly at me.
"We believe someone altered the estate after your grandmother died."
Before I could answer, another police car pulled into the driveway.
Then another.
Detective Monroe stepped out holding a sealed evidence box.
She walked quickly toward the house.
"Harris," she called.
"We've got a problem."
He turned.
"What is it?"
She held up the box.
"The county records office just confirmed that the original probate file disappeared sometime this afternoon."
My stomach dropped.
Someone had broken into the courthouse.
And whoever did it already knew we had started uncovering the truth.
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Which meant they weren't trying to hide the past anymore.
They were trying to erase it before anyone else could see it.
