“That’s impossible,” she finally sputtered. “My husband signed the deed over to me last month. We had it notarized. I’ve already started paperwork to—”
I reached into my bag and pulled out the manila envelope, the trust pages already familiar under my fingers. “Dad couldn’t sign over what wasn’t his to give,” I said, keeping my tone level. “Mom put this house in a trust before she died. I’m the sole beneficiary. The beach house has been owned by the trust this entire time.”
“Liar,” Lily muttered, but there was a tremor in it.
Officer Martinez turned the folder slightly, so Victoria could see the top page. “These documents are clear, Mrs. Harrison. This property was placed in an irrevocable trust by the late Mrs. Parker. Her daughter is the beneficiary and legal owner. Your husband’s signature on any later deed regarding this property has no legal effect.”
Victoria opened her mouth. Nothing came out.
“Mom, what is he talking about?” Lily demanded, stepping closer, phone now hanging forgotten at her side.
I watched Victoria’s face carefully. It was like seeing a mask crack. The confident, flawless veneer she always presented to the world splintered in tiny lines around her eyes and mouth.