“Yes.”
“And I told you I’d be taking it over eventually.”
“Yes.”
He swallowed.
“But I never explained that Mom was still involved.”
I rested my hand on the envelope.
Thalia’s eyes moved toward it.
“What do you mean, involved?”
Darren looked at me.
“Mom, please.”
I watched him.
“Are you asking me to continue a lie so that you won’t have to explain the truth?”
He lowered his head.
Thalia pushed back her chair.
“Would somebody please tell me what’s happening?”
I slid the envelope toward the center of the table.
“Open it.”
She reached for it more slowly this time.
Inside was a copy of the recorded deed for the house, a summary of the family trust’s current administration, and a letter from my attorney.
Thalia unfolded the first page.
She frowned at the legal wording.
Then her eyes stopped on one line.
Grantee: Harold and Eileene Family Revocable Trust.
Beneath that was the identification of the trustee.
Eileene, acting as trustee.
Thalia looked up.
“Your name is on this.”
“Yes.”
She turned toward Darren.
“You said this was your house.”
