Every Evening, My Husband Tipped Two Drops From a Small Dark Glass Bottle Into My Tea
“We need an irrevocable trust drafted before morning.”
“Can you lock the valley property inside it so completely that he can never touch it?” I asked.
“An irrevocable trust removes the asset from your personal estate entirely,” Lin said.
“Once it’s signed, not even a power of attorney can overturn it.”
“Draft it,” I said.
“I will sign it tomorrow.”
By eight o’clock the next morning, the rain had stopped, leaving the asphalt outside Attorney Lin’s strip mall office wet and dark under a grey sky.
The desktop printer in the corner of his office hummed and clacked, spitting thirty pages of heavy cream bond paper into the tray.