Chapter 3 - What Claire Left Behind
Claire had been dead for three months.
The grief was still new enough that Mason sometimes woke expecting to hear her in the bathroom.
She had died from complications after a sudden cardiac event, not from anything connected to Lisa.
There had been no long illness.
No time for the family to prepare.
One morning Mason had a wife.
By the next evening, he was a widower holding a seven-month-old baby.
Jiso arrived before the funeral.
She organized flowers.
Handled relatives.
Called caterers.
Stayed with Lisa when Mason met estate attorneys.
At first, Mason was grateful.
Claire and Jiso had never seemed especially close, but grief makes old history look less important.
Then Jiso moved into the guest suite “temporarily.”
Temporary became three months.
Claire’s estate was complicated but not chaotic.
Most of her personal assets passed to Mason.
A separate family trust established by Claire’s late father was different.
Lisa was the primary beneficiary.
Mason believed he served as trustee.
Jiso, according to the copy of the trust restatement he had been given after Claire’s death, acted as a family adviser on large distributions.
Mason had barely questioned it.
Claire’s attorney had been away recovering from surgery when the estate process began, and another lawyer from the firm initially handled routine documents.
Mason signed what needed signing.
He hated himself for that now.
Rebecca spread the trust documents across her desk.
“Who gave you this copy?”
“Jiso.”
“Not Claire’s attorney?”
“I thought it came through her.”
Rebecca looked at him sharply.
“You thought?”
Mason rubbed his forehead.
“There were hundreds of documents.”
“That isn’t criticism. I need sequence.”
“Jiso brought me the binder.”
Rebecca turned to the page granting her advisory authority.
The font matched.
The paper matched.
The signatures looked convincing.
Still, Rebecca said, “We verify everything independently.”
Monday had another clue.
During Claire’s final month, Claire occasionally asked Monday—not Jiso—to bring financial mail directly to her.
Monday had worked for the family since Lisa was three months old.
She remembered Claire being unusually tense around her sister.
“She told me once, ‘If Jiso asks what came from Dad’s trust, tell her nothing.’”
Mason stared at Monday.
“You never told me that.”
“You never asked.”
The answer hurt because it was fair.
“What else?”
Monday hesitated.
“Claire said she wanted to change something before Lisa turned one.”
“What?”
“She didn’t tell me.”
Mason felt the room tighten.
The security footage had started as evidence about Lisa’s injury.
Now it was pointing toward Claire’s estate.
Rebecca asked for the original executed trust documents directly from the law firm.
No copies through Jiso.
No family binders.
No assumptions.
That evening Mason sat beside Lisa’s crib at the hospital.
Her hand was bandaged.
Her breathing was soft and even.
He stared at the small camera feed on his phone.
For months, he had believed surveillance made a home safer.
The camera had recorded the truth.
But it had not protected his daughter.
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Monday had.
And Mason had kicked her for it.
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