“He can access joint funds until we obtain a court order, but he cannot touch the accounts held solely in your name.”
“He believes everything is joint.”
“So did I,” Priya said.
The way she said it made me look at her.
She slid a document across the bedside table.
It was a trust statement dated eighteen months earlier. My name appeared at the top beside an account number I did not recognize.
“What is this?”
“A separate asset trust. Established by your grandmother.”
My grandmother Evelyn had died two years before my marriage. She had been a quiet woman who wore pearl earrings and kept meticulous notebooks. She never trusted Garrett, though she had been too polite to say so plainly.
“I received a small inheritance from her.”
“You received more than that.”
I studied the statement.
The balance was almost nine hundred thousand dollars.
“That can’t be right.”
