The River Oaks sale.
She listened carefully.
Then said, “Gloria, we need to review the closing documents and any conflicts of interest. Don’t assume the sale can simply be undone, but we should investigate whether material facts were concealed.”
I nodded.
“And Daniel?”
“Don’t give him further instructions until we understand his involvement.”
For the first time in weeks, I felt I had someone advising me without an obvious connection to my son or my company.
Helen began reviewing the transactions with an independent forensic accountant.
She also helped coordinate with the investigators.
I went home and locked the door.
Then I sat beside Henry’s photograph.
For thirty-two years, I’d considered Malcolm family.
For nearly twenty, I’d trusted Daniel as my lawyer.
And for forty-four, I’d loved Trevor more than anything.
Three men.
Three different kinds of trust.
All broken.
I touched the photograph.
“Henry, I wish you were here.”
