Ryan,” Chris said, his voice steady and reassuring. “How are you?”
“Could be better,” I replied, trying to keep my tone light despite the situation. “I need your expertise.
It’s about my grandmother’s house.”
Chris didn’t press for details.
He never did. He was the kind of lawyer who understood that time was often the most valuable currency.
“Alright. Let’s get to work then,” he said, already shifting into problem-solving mode.
“Do you have the documents we prepared?”
I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me.
“Yes, everything’s in the glove compartment. Ben Miller’s trying to kick my mom out.”
I could almost hear his mind whirring on the other end of the line. “Okay, I’ll need you to scan and send those over.
In the meantime, let’s discuss your grandmother’s will.”
I glanced at my mother, who was watching me with a mix of hope and disbelief.
“Mom, remember when Grandma had us set up that trust?”
She blinked, nodding slowly. “For you,” she murmured.
“She said it was for your education, for your future…”
“Exactly,” I said, pulling out the weathered document from the glove compartment. “But she added an amendment two years ago.”
What happened next changed everything…
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