Six Years After the Lake Trip, One Blue Envelope Upended Everything Clara Believed
“Dean told me the county search parties and the legal fees ate up the trust fund after they found the boat,” I said.
“County search teams don’t charge ninety-four thousand dollars, Mom,” Sophie said, her voice quick and blunt.
“And Indiana law caps probate administration fees at five percent.”
“So where did the rest of the money go?” I asked.
“The bank ledger just shows a corporate transfer code,” Sophie said, tapping the page with the point of her pencil.
“The courthouse clerk couldn’t get the full destination file without a signed release from the executor.”
I stared at the black numbers on the yellow paper until they swam together under the lamp.