Chapter 3 - The Lawyer's Office
I checked myself out of the hospital against medical advice the very next morning.
I took a cheap taxi directly to the downtown office of my late husband’s attorney, Mr. Sterling.
Mr. Sterling saw my sling and the deep purple bruises forming on my neck.
His eyes widened in shock, but he quickly ushered me into his private boardroom.
I slammed the real estate contract down onto his polished mahogany desk.
I told him that my children were trying to seize the profits from the cabin sale.
Mr. Sterling frowned, adjusting his glasses as he looked over the legal paperwork.
He assured me that the property was solely in my name and they had no legal claim.
I shook my head, explaining that David was arrogant enough to try to declare me mentally incompetent.
I needed to create an irrevocable blind trust immediately.
I wanted every single penny from the sale funneled directly into Lily’s medical account.
If my children tried to freeze my personal bank accounts, they would find absolutely nothing.
Mr. Sterling typed furiously on his computer, drafting the ironclad legal documents.
He warned me that this maneuver would permanently alienate my children.
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I looked him dead in the eye and laughed a bitter, hollow laugh.
I told him that I lost my children the moment they decided a pile of cash was worth breaking my bones.
