Reeves and Associates, Estate Planning.
I barely slept.
The next morning, I drove there.
The soft-spoken man, David, was a lawyer who was taking me into his office. I slipped the photo over his desk.
“I need to know what my daughter is doing to you.”
He watched me for a long time.
“Sir, I can’t share the details of a client’s file. But I can tell you this: whatever you think you see, you are wrong. Go home. Talk to her.”
I slipped the photo over his desk.
“Someone sent me a package designed to hate her. I want to know who it was.”
David hesitated.
“I can’t confirm anything. But a few weeks ago came a woman who claimed to be a family member and asked about her daughter’s family documentation. We reject it at the reception. By chance, Lily was sitting in our waiting room at the time.”
