My stomach tightened.
“Why would my grandmother’s trust go through the company?”
“It shouldn’t have.”
Priya turned another page.
“Three months after you gained control, the trust issued a loan to a holding company called Bellweather Residential Partners.”
I recognized the name.
Garrett used dozens of holding companies. They purchased land, absorbed liability, and made it difficult for outsiders to see where money was moving.
“How much?”
“Eight hundred thousand.”
The same amount that had disappeared from our joint account suddenly felt less random.
“What did Bellweather buy?”
Priya’s voice became very quiet.
“Your parents’ house.”
I stared at her.
“The house they’re trying to purchase?”
“No. The house they currently live in.”
My parents had lived there for eleven years. They told everyone they owned it outright after selling my father’s former business.
“That’s impossible.”
“The property was purchased by Bellweather after your parents encountered financial trouble. They have been paying rent to the company ever since.”
