PART5
It contained my name.
My signature.
And a date from three years earlier.
I stared at it.
I had never written that letter.
I had never signed it.
I immediately called Margaret.
“Have you seen this?”
“Yes,” she answered.
“I’ve been examining it. The signature appears inconsistent with several authenticated documents we have on file.”
“Are you saying it’s forged?”
“I cannot make that determination without a proper forensic examination. But there are serious reasons to question its authenticity.”
I felt a coldness spreading through my chest.
“Send it for examination.”
“I’ve already begun that process.”
I put the document down.
For fourteen years, I had protected Brandon from financial worries.
I had paid for the house.
I had helped with the children.
I had quietly supported his family.
And now there was a possibility that my own son had used my signature to convince a lender that he owned something that had never belonged to him.
I walked outside.
The wind coming off the lake was cold.
I stood there for a long time.
Then I returned to the bedroom and opened Evelyn’s suitcase.
I hadn’t unpacked it completely.
Inside, beneath a folded cardigan, I found another envelope.
It had my name on it.
But this time, there was something written beneath it.
Open this only when you’re ready to know the truth about Brandon.
My heart began beating faster.
I carefully opened it.
Inside was a handwritten note and a small USB drive.
Evelyn’s handwriting filled the page.
Robert,
I know you love our son. I love him too.
But there are things I discovered that I couldn’t bring myself to tell you while I was sick.
Please ask Margaret to open the financial records I gave her last year.
I hope I’m wrong about what I suspect.
But if I’m not, you need to know the truth before you give Brandon anything else.
I’m sorry.
Evelyn.
I sat down on the edge of the bed.
My hands were shaking.
I immediately called Margaret.
“Margaret, Evelyn left me another letter. She mentioned financial records from last year.”
Margaret was quiet.
Then she said something I will never forget.
“Robert, I’ve been waiting for you to ask about those records.”
“Why?”
“Because Evelyn discovered that Brandon had been requesting financial information about your personal accounts. She was concerned that someone had been trying to determine exactly how much money you had and what assets you owned.”
I looked at the USB drive.
“Did she tell you why?”
“She didn’t know for certain. But she asked me to preserve everything.”
I swallowed.
“Margaret, I want to see those records.”
“All right. But there’s something else.”
“What?”
“Evelyn also left a separate instruction concerning your grandchildren’s education accounts.”
My heart tightened.
“Are the accounts safe?”
“Yes. They’re legally structured for the children’s benefit. Brandon cannot simply withdraw the money.”
I breathed a little easier.
Then Margaret continued.
“But I think you should know that someone recently attempted to change the contact information on one of those accounts.”
I stood up.
“Who?”
“The request came through an online account associated with Brandon’s email address.”
I looked at the letter again.
Suddenly, the situation felt much bigger than a disagreement about money.
My son hadn’t simply decided to stop helping his father.
He appeared to have been making financial decisions involving assets that didn’t belong to him.
And Evelyn had known something was wrong.
I looked at her handwriting one last time.
Then I picked up my phone.
“Margaret,” I said, “I want every document, every account record, and every communication connected to Brandon’s financial dealings reviewed.”
“Understood.”
“And one more thing.”
“Yes?”
“Don’t tell him anything about the USB drive.”
There was a brief silence.
“Robert, may I ask why?”
I looked at the lake through the bedroom window.
“Because I have a feeling my wife left me something much more important than a warning.”
I placed the USB drive on the table.
“And I think whatever is on this could explain why my son was so desperate to get me out of that house.”
For the first time in fourteen years, I wasn’t wondering how I could help Brandon.
I was beginning to wonder what he had been hiding from us all along.
And I was finally ready to find out.
I barely slept that night.
Evelyn’s second letter was lying on the bedside table, and the little USB drive sat beside it.
For hours, I kept thinking about the words she had written.
I hope I’m wrong about what I suspect.
What could she possibly have discovered that was serious enough to make her leave me a warning?
I had always believed Brandon’s biggest problem was his sense of entitlement. He liked expensive cars, beautiful vacations, and showing people how successful he was.
But I had never imagined he might be doing something dishonest with our money.
At 8:00 the next morning, Margaret called.
“Robert, I’ve arranged for you to come to my office. I think it’s time we reviewed everything Evelyn left behind.”
“I’ll be there.”
I packed the USB drive and both letters into my jacket.
Before leaving, I stood in front of Evelyn’s photograph.
“Whatever this is, sweetheart, I’m going to finish it.”
Then I drove to Margaret’s office.
Margaret was waiting in the conference room with two large folders.
She had also invited a financial investigator named Daniel Brooks, who had helped her review several transactions connected to the family company.
After introductions, Margaret opened the first folder.
“Evelyn began raising concerns about Brandon approximately eighteen months ago,” she explained.
“What kind of concerns?”
“Unusual requests for financial assistance. Changes to certain account details. Questions about the ownership of properties. She also discovered that Brandon had been telling people he would eventually inherit a substantial portion of your assets.”
I frowned.
“He is my only son. Naturally, he will inherit something.”
“That’s not the issue,” Margaret replied. “The concern is that he may have been treating your future inheritance as though it already belonged to him.”
Daniel placed several printed documents on the table.
“These are communications we found in the financial records Evelyn preserved.”
I began reading.
One message was from Brandon to a private financial adviser.
It read:
My father is getting older. He doesn’t understand all the paperwork anymore. Once everything is transferred into my name, I can consolidate the properties and settle the remaining debts.
I read it twice.
Then I looked up.
“Did I ever authorize a transfer?”
“No,” Margaret answered.
Another document showed that Brandon had contacted an estate-planning service asking about the possibility of becoming the financial representative for an elderly parent.
The date was particularly disturbing.
It was only three weeks after Evelyn’s cancer diagnosis.
I leaned back in my chair.
“He was planning this while his mother was fighting for her life?”
Margaret didn’t answer.
She didn’t need to.
Daniel opened another file.
“There is something more serious. We discovered that Brandon submitted documents to a private lender claiming that you had agreed to transfer the house to him. He also provided information suggesting that he had authority to make certain decisions concerning the property.”
“Was the lender aware that the company owned the house?”
“They are now. They have placed the matter under review.”
I stared at the papers.
“Has he taken any money from the family company?”
“Not directly that we can establish,” Daniel said. “But there are several transactions that require further investigation.”
Margaret then inserted the USB drive into her computer.
A folder appeared on the screen.
Inside were photographs, scanned documents, bank correspondence, and several short video recordings.
“Evelyn organized everything,” Margaret said.
“She wanted you to have the complete picture.”
She opened the first video.
Evelyn appeared on the screen.
She was sitting in our living room, wearing her favorite cream-colored sweater.
She looked thinner than I remembered.
Her hair was shorter because of the treatments.
But her eyes were still the same.
