defending.
Part 3 – The Price of Silence
For several moments after I mentioned the sealed estate file, no one in the corridor moved.
Andrew’s face had gone pale.
Ruth had stopped breathing loudly enough for anyone to notice.
Frank’s hand tightened around his cane.
“Who told you to open it?”
“The trustee.”
“Which trustee?”
“Eleanor Vance.”
“She still manages Victor’s estate?”
“She manages the trust.”
Ruth turned sharply toward him.
“You said Eleanor retired.”
“I said she no longer handled the foundation,” Andrew replied.
That small correction appeared to unsettle
