and sent the money to Jenna.”
Jenna’s chin lifted.
“It was family money.”
“It was trust property.”
Kyle pushed back his chair.
“Nobody is prosecuting anyone over a technicality.”
Mr. Hale looked at him.
“The bank’s fraud department disagrees.”
The room went dead.
Then I placed one final document on the counter:
A formal demand requiring repayment of unauthorized trust expenses and legal costs.
If they refused, the trust would terminate my parents’ occupancy rights and pursue recovery through court.
Mom stared at me with hatred.
“You planned this.”
“No.
