Fifteen Years After My Father Changed the Locks, He Seated Me at Table Twenty-Two

The trust amendment was six weeks old.

“Here,” she said.

“Filed under Ulette Insurance corporate.”

I turned the page.

My name sat in Gerald’s block letters, listed as voluntarily severed.

“Who signed as co-trustee?”

Betty leaned over the page and tapped a blank line near the bottom.

“No one did.”