By 8:15, Margaret Hale arrived.
At sixty-two, with silver hair and a razor-sharp mind, she managed to look intimidating even when she smiled.
She stepped into my kitchen carrying two thick folders.
“The bank stopped the transfer,” she said.
“What transfer?”
Margaret glanced at Dad.
“Your daughter attempted to move $640,000 from your brokerage account at 5:52 this morning.”
I felt sick.
Margaret continued.
“She used a power of attorney dated six months ago.”
Dad gave a bitter laugh.
“I was in Colorado six months ago.”
“We know.”
The document had supposedly been notarized by someone named Raymond Kessler.
Margaret had already confirmed there wasn’t a licensed notary anywhere in the state by that name.
Vanessa and Grant had clearly expected Dad’s “death” to keep anyone from questioning the paperwork.
“Why announce he was dead before knowing whether the transfer worked?” I asked.
Margaret’s eyes narrowed.
“Because they needed Natalie to believe the estate was already settled.”
Dad stayed silent.
Margaret looked at him.
“You need to tell her.”
He suddenly looked much older.
“Tell me what?”
His hands trembled slightly.
That frightened me more than Vanessa’s phone call.
“Natalie,” he said quietly, “Vanessa wasn’t supposed to inherit the house.”
“I know.”
“No.”
He swallowed.
“I mean she was never legally entitled to inherit from me at all.”
My chest tightened.
“What does that mean?”
Dad closed his eyes.
“Vanessa isn’t my daughter.”
For a moment, the room seemed to tilt.
I laughed once because the alternative was screaming.
“What?”
Dad kept his eyes on the table.
Thirty-two years earlier, Mom had admitted Vanessa wasn’t biologically his.
She’d been having an affair.
Dad learned the truth when Vanessa was six years old.
“But you raised her.”
“Of course I did.”
“Did Vanessa know?”
He hesitated.
“No.”
Margaret spoke quietly.
“There’s more.”
Dad shot her a warning look.
She ignored it.
“Elaine’s affair wasn’t with a stranger.”
The color drained from Dad’s face.
I suddenly dreaded the answer.
“Who?”
Dad whispered,
“Harold Pike.”
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