I read it twice.
Patricia read it next.
“She asked for our signatures.”
Lydia nodded.
“At the time, that didn’t seem unusual. Family clients often want copies of prior documents.”
“But we weren’t clients.”
“You attended the luncheon and completed an intake file.”
“For a complimentary review.”
“Yes.”
“Not for Allison personally.”
“No.”
Martin asked, “Did you give her the file?”
Lydia looked down.
“I gave her the archive number.”
I heard Patricia inhale slowly.
Lydia continued.
“I believed she was helping you update your estate plan.”
“Did she say we had authorized it?”
“She said Geoffrey had discussed it with you.”
There it was again.
Geoffrey’s name.
Not proof.
But proximity.
I asked the question I had been avoiding.
“Do you think my son knew?”
Lydia looked genuinely troubled.
“I don’t know.”
“Did Allison ever mention him?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“She said Geoffrey was concerned his parents might make financial decisions they didn’t fully understand as they got older.”
