Chapter 3 - THE FILE CALLED EASTER
Emily had been collecting evidence for seven months.
Not because she wanted to stay.
Because every time she tried to leave, Michael made the next door harder to open.
By Christmas, he had convinced two doctors she was “emotionally unstable.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked.
We were in my truck, driving to a hospital outside town.
Emily stared at her hands.
“I did.”
My throat tightened.
“When?”
“Three times.”
I remembered.
“I’m sorry.”
She shook her head.
“Not now.”
She was right.
Guilt could wait.
At the hospital, an independent physician documented her injuries while a domestic-violence advocate named Leah Park helped Emily tell the truth in pieces.
Michael had slapped her before.
Pushed her.
Thrown objects.
Once locked her phone in a safe for two days.
Each time afterward came flowers.
Apologies.
A vacation.
A new reason it was somehow her fault.
Then Emily explained the files.
“I found a folder on his laptop called EASTER.”
“What was in it?”
“Letters from doctors. Draft statements. A guardianship petition.”
“For you?”
“Yes.”
She looked sick.
“He was going to say I had a breakdown today.”
Emily looked at me.
“Mom’s.”
At age thirty-two, Emily gained sole control.
Her thirty-second birthday was six days away.
“How much?”
“About fourteen million.”
I sat back.
Michael knew.
Of course he knew.
Emily continued.
“If I’m declared incapacitated before my birthday, the current trust protector can petition to extend outside management.”
“Who’s the trust protector?”
She looked at me.
“Victoria Harrington.”
I went cold.
“That’s impossible.”
“Mom amended it before she died.”
“No. Claire hated Victoria.”
Emily nodded.
“That’s what I thought too.”
Then she opened a photo on her backup cloud account.
A scanned trust amendment.
Claire Collins’ signature.
Victoria Harrington’s name.
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And beneath both:
WITNESS: DANIEL BROOKS.
