By the week of the phone call, he had convinced Vanessa that Dad must have changed it in her favor because she “stayed close.”
There was no document supporting that belief.
They simply wanted it to be true badly enough that they began behaving as though it already was.
The strangest part remained the fake death itself.
Why call me?
Vanessa finally answered that question months later.
She sent me a letter.
Not a text.
Not an email.
A handwritten letter.
She admitted she wanted to keep me away from Dad’s house long enough for her and Grant to locate what they thought were the newest estate documents.
They assumed that if I believed Dad had already died and that they were handling the funeral, I would spend several hours arranging travel.
They did not expect me to already be in town.
They certainly did not expect Dad to be sitting at my kitchen table.
The lie was supposed to buy them time.
Instead, it exposed them.
Dad did change his estate plan.
Not dramatically.
Not in the theatrical way Vanessa feared.
