And there, in black ink, was a clause that made my blood run cold.
Upon execution, Trevor Sutter agrees to assist in the
petition for Gloria Sutter to be declared financially incompetent should such declaration be necessary to transfer disputed family-controlled assets.
I read it three times.
Financially incompetent. My son and his wife hadn’t simply hoped to inherit. They had considered having me declared unfit so they could take control while I was still alive.
I looked at Raymond’s photograph. The house was silent.
My phone rang again. This time it was Trevor. I answered.
His voice was smaller now, and rougher. “Mom. I need to come over.”
“No.”
“Please.”
That word
had once come easily to him as a child. Please for another story. Please for pancakes. Please don’t go to work today. Now it sounded dragged through broken glass.
“Why?”
“I messed up.”
“Yes.”
