I disputed every authorization Dad had submitted.
The trust confirmed that no funds could leave without approval from its independent trustee.
The $1.4 million Dad expected to access was suddenly behind a legal wall.
He still didn’t understand.
That evening, Mom called.
“What have you done?”
“I protected my inheritance.”
“You humiliated your father!”
“He used a signature I never gave him.”
Silence.
Then she whispered, “He was going to tell you.”
“When?”
“After closing.”
I laughed once.
Mom’s voice went cold.
“Lena already gave notice on her apartment.
