Paul Whitmore laid the second document flat and read the first line aloud. “The Hartwell Family Trust, established eight years ago, holds the farm, the mineral rights, the equipment, and thirty-one million dollars in cash and securities.” Diane’s attorney stopped writing. Craig stood so fast his chair hit the wall. Diane whispered, “That is impossible,” but her hands were already trembling against the table.

Then Paul turned the page. “Article Four names the sole trustee and beneficiary,” he said. He looked at me, then at her. “And Article Nine addresses any heir who attempts to sell trust property.” Diane’s face went white as the paper. She reached for the Cedar Hollow letter in her folder, realizing too late what her signature meant. Paul slid on his glasses. “Mrs. Pruitt, I strongly suggest you stay seated for this next part.”