“”First, let’s establish the most important fact. You are the sole legal owner of the property.””
I nodded.
“”Richard transferred ownership to me before he passed.””
“”Correct. And the property was never transferred to Michael.””
Robert opened another folder.
“”The authorization your son submitted is invalid. It was never executed or notarized properly, and the signature appears inconsistent with your verified signatures.””
I stared at the pages.
“”Can we stop the sale?””
“”Yes.””
“”Can we remove the sign?””
“”Absolutely.””
Then Robert leaned back.
“”But I want you to see something else.””
He slid a document across the desk.
It was a copy of an email between Michael and the real estate agency.
I began reading.
Michael had explained that I was becoming increasingly confused and that he needed to complete the sale before my condition deteriorated.
Vanessa had added that I would soon be moving into assisted living.
Neither statement was true.
Then I noticed another attachment.
It was a proposed purchase agreement.
The buyer was a development company.
They intended to purchase the property, demolish the existing house, and construct several luxury vacation homes along the shoreline.
I felt sick.
Richard’s dock.
The maple trees.
The garden.
Everything would disappear.
“”They’re destroying it,”” I whispered.
Robert nodded.
