the emails.
“Anyone can print this.”
Eleanor took out her phone.
“The originals are still on the server.”
Mira held out her hand.
“May I?”
Before Eleanor could pass it over, Richard grabbed the phone and moved toward the fireplace.
“Give it back,” I said.
“You’re all too emotional to understand what’s happening.”
He tapped the screen repeatedly.
Eleanor stood.
“You’re trying to delete them.”
“They’re fake.”
Arthur took the phone from Richard’s hand and returned it to Eleanor.
Richard’s face flushed.
“Fine.
Enjoy your little reunion while you can.
I filed an application this morning to freeze the trust.”
Mira’s expression changed.
“On what grounds?”
“Undue influence and diminished capacity.
Mom sold her home, abandoned her family, followed a stranger overseas, and now she’s sitting in a room full of people asking her to sign financial documents.”
“You did that before seeing me?” I asked.
“I did it to
