Daniel came downstairs.
“What’s going on?”
Robert placed a folder on the dining table.
“Emergency trust meeting.”
Patricia looked toward me.
I removed the apron.
Folded it.
Then placed it carefully beside her teacup.
“You should probably sit down.”
Her face lost its color.
Robert opened the folder.
“We have evidence of unauthorized transfers totaling eight hundred forty-two thousand dollars.”
Patricia’s mouth fell open.
“There must be a mistake.”
“There isn’t.”
Daniel stepped forward.
“Mom?”
Robert turned toward him.
“We also have evidence that you pledged trust-controlled commercial property as collateral for personal borrowing.”
Daniel went pale.
Patricia pointed at me.
“She did this!”
“Yes,” I said calmly.
“I reported it.”
Patricia’s voice rose.
“You were spying on us!”
Robert struck the table with his palm.
“Enough.”
The room went silent.
He continued.
“Effective immediately, Patricia Whitmore is removed from discretionary access to all trust
