He Changed the Lock to His Own Phone Number and Forged My Dead Wife’s Signature on the Deed. He Forgot She’d Put the Cabin in a Trust

“Mom would be heartbroken,” she said, “over what happened here.”

“She would,” I agreed.

“And she would hate it,” Colette said, “if we let those people ruin this place for us forever.”

That was the afternoon I decided to lock the future down for good.

I restructured the whole trust with Lorraine’s help.

After my death, the lake property would pass into an irrevocable family trust for Colette and any children she might one day have, overseen by an independent corporate trustee who could not be charmed, lied to, or worn down.

Faye had taught me that love without safeguards is only a wish.