He sat at my kitchen table and looked unusually serious.
“Your sister contacted me yesterday.”
“I assumed she had.”
“She asked several questions about your grandmother’s estate.”
I poured him coffee, though neither of us drank it.
“What does that have to do with the shawl?”
Mr. Bennett opened his briefcase and removed a thick folder.
“Your grandmother established a private trust shortly before her death.”
I stared at him.
“I thought her estate was settled years ago.”
“Her public estate was.”
He placed a document on the table.
“This was separate.”
According to the paperwork, my grandmother had hidden a significant portion of her wealth through private investments, offshore accounts, and a trust managed by an independent firm.
The total value was more money than I could understand.
Properties.
Bonds.
Shares in several companies.
Cash accounts.
Enough to change the lives of generations.
“Why did nobody know?” I asked.
“That was intentional.”
He turned to another page.
