Now I had evidence suggesting they’d used that same excuse to interfere with an inheritance intended for me.
My father looked at the documents and tried to regain control.
“Your grandmother was confused during her final months.”
“Her attorney disagrees,” I answered.
“You don’t understand what you’re getting involved in.”
“Then explain it.”
He hesitated.
Mom grabbed his arm.
“Richard, stop talking.”
But he continued.
“Your grandparents had secrets. You have no idea what was hidden in their records.”
Before I could question him further, the security team received another alert.
Someone had attempted to access an old family storage facility using credentials associated with my identity.
A camera feed showed a woman who looked remarkably like me entering a storage area containing sealed documents.
The image was unsettling.
When the woman turned toward the camera, I could see how closely she resembled me.
Then the recording ended.
