After My Father’s

that announcement.

Thin.

Polite.

Dead.

Nora tapped the envelope. “Your father changed the structure.”

“What structure?”

“Ownership. Voting rights. Emergency succession. Board thresholds. The trust.”

I looked up. “What trust?”

“The Whitaker Continuity Trust.”

“I’ve never heard of it.”

“That was intentional.”

Rain tapped the window behind me.

Nora leaned back. “Six continue reading …