The Trust Made Rosalind’s New Locks Meaningless
The unknown number belonged to the locksmith Rosalind had hired. He had found my name on an old property-management file and wanted confirmation because something about her paperwork looked wrong. I thanked him and told him not to discuss anything further with me; Perpetua would handle it. Within an hour, she confirmed what Mom had arranged years earlier: the beach house belonged to the trust. Dad had never personally owned it, so he had no authority to transfer it to Rosalind.
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