I had also created massive education funds for all of my nieces and nephews so that they would never have to worry about tuition. I had designed the entire system to be a safety net that would catch them if they ever stumbled or fell.
I had wanted to care for them without being turned into a machine that they used and resented at the same time. I let them believe that I was just doing well enough in the tech industry to afford a nice apartment and a reliable car.
“Joanna is just so efficient with her little computer jobs,” my mother would say to her friends at the country club. They never asked questions because they didn’t really want to know who I was as long as I was useful to them.
I opened my laptop and typed out an email to my attorney, Elias Thorne, who had been managing the trust since its inception. “Elias, I need you to prepare the documents to revoke the Bartholomew Family Trust immediately,” I wrote.
I told him to transfer all the assets back into my personal accounts and to close the distribution channels by the next morning. I stared at the screen for a long time before I finally hit the send button and closed the laptop.