Chapter 30- MY FATHER’S LAST INSURANCE POLICYMr. Reeves handed me a sealed envelope.
My father’s handwriting covered the front.
For Claire—only when she is ready to stop forgiving them.
My vision blurred.
Inside was a letter, a storage-unit key and the name of a law firm in Columbus.
My father had written that he suspected Grant and Vivian were moving money from the trust established after my grandfather’s death. The trust owned controlling shares in Holloway Medical Supply, although Grant had spent years telling everyone the company belonged to his family.
The truth was worse.
The Holloways did not own the company.
They worked for a company that legally belonged to Emma and me.
Grant’s wealth, his title and the house where he had just imprisoned us had all been supported by assets inherited through my mother’s bloodline.
Mr. Reeves pointed to the bank statements.
“Someone recently transferred eight million dollars.”
“Where?”
“To an account bearing your signature.”
I examined the page.
May you like
The signature looked perfect.
Because Grant had practiced it for years.
