PART 2: That night, I didn’t cry in front of them. I locked myself inside my father’s study, turned on the old green desk lamp, and opened the safe Lorraine believed had been forgotten years ago. Inside was the document Hannah and I had prepared 6 months earlier: a notarized power of attorney naming me sole administrator of all her assets if she ever d!ed under suspicious circumstances.
Hannah didn’t trust my family.
Neither did I.
Before we married, Lorraine had tried to convince me to sign away the inheritance my grandfather had left me. Caleb wanted to sell the family vineyards to a foreign investment group. Hannah discovered they had been falsifying records and draining money from the business for years.
“Your mother isn’t afraid of losing you,” Hannah told me one night. “She’s afraid of losing control.”
Now I understood.
But far too late.
