Chapter 7: The Price of Choosing Favorites
I stood before the investigator reached her.
“Do not speak about my daughters again.”
My mother raised her chin.
“They will ask why I am gone.”
“I will tell them you were given every chance to tell the truth.”
“They will hate you for breaking this family.”
Melissa moved beside me.
“No, Mom.
You broke it every time you made us compete for your approval.”
“You benefited from that approval.”
“I did.
And I let my brother’s children pay for it.”
Daniel pointed at Melissa.
“She signed every transfer request.”
Melissa faced the investigator.
“I did.
My attorney has the originals, and I will cooperate.”
“You ungrateful fool,” my mother said.
“After everything I gave you.”
“You gave me permission to be cruel,” Melissa replied.
“I mistook it for love.”
The investigator asked my mother to step into the conference room.
She refused to move.
The judge spoke from the bench.
“Before this court recesses, I am removing you as trustee effective immediately.”
My mother’s lips parted.
“An independent fiduciary will take control of every account,” the judge continued.
“A lien will be placed against your investment property to secure repayment.”
“This court cannot take my home.”
“Your primary residence is not before me today.
Your lake property is.”
My mother turned to her lawyer.
“Stop this.”
He kept both hands at his sides.
“I cannot undo your admissions.”
The judge looked at Daniel.
“You are ordered to preserve all business devices.
The attempted deletion has been referred for investigation.”
Daniel’s confidence vanished.
“My employees depend on that business.”
“So did four children depend on the adults appointed to protect them,” the judge replied.
Two months later, we returned for the final accounting hearing.
The new trustee placed four statements on the table.
“Emma and Riley’s shares have been restored,” she said.
“Interest and penalties are included.”
I examined the figures.
“And Melissa’s daughters?”
“Their protected shares are intact.
The adults—not the children—are responsible for repayment.”
Melissa covered her mouth.
“Thank you.”
The judge addressed my mother.
“You are personally surcharged seventy-two thousand dollars for missing funds, interest, audit costs, and legal fees.
You are permanently barred from serving as a trustee or fiduciary.”
My mother stared at me.
“Are you satisfied now?”
“No,” I said.
“Satisfied would have been dinner with four grandchildren treated equally.”
She flinched, then looked toward Melissa.
“You chose him over me.”
Melissa shook her head.
“I chose the truth over both of us.”
The investigator waited near the door with formal paperwork.
Daniel stood beside his own attorney, pale and silent.
My mother picked up her handbag.
“One day, Connor, Emma and Riley will learn that love always comes with a price.”
I held the door open for her.
“Only yours did.”
She walked past me without another word.
Outside the courtroom, Melissa sat on a wooden bench and pressed both hands over her face.
I stopped several feet away.
“I laughed at that restaurant,” she said.
“Emma looked at me, and I laughed.”
“You did.”
“I kept thinking Mom would finally love me enough if I stayed on her side.”
“And was it enough?”
Melissa’s shoulders folded.
“No.”
Paige placed a packet of tissues beside her.
Melissa took one and began to cry.
“I am sorry,” she whispered.
“Not the kind of sorry that asks you to forget.
I will repay every dollar and accept whatever relationship you allow.”
I sat at the other end of the bench.
“You do not start with me.”
“Who do I start with?”
“Emma and Riley.”
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That evening, Emma waited until Riley had gone upstairs.
“Dad,” she said, “did Grandma ever love us at all?”
