Mr. Fenwick didn't go straight into the details of the property.
I wanted him to.
I wanted an answer about the sale.
Instead, he told me there was something I needed to understand first.
It concerned my mother's judgment.
And a decision she had made years earlier.
He brought up 2019.
I listened.
That year mattered because my mother had signed legal documents establishing a trust.
Mr. Fenwick wanted me to be clear about the circumstances.
He wasn't asking me to accept a vague recollection.
He was telling me what had happened when the documents were signed.
My mother had understood them.
She had known what she was agreeing to.
He was firm about that.
I looked at him without speaking.
It struck me that he had chosen to address my mother's state of mind before explaining the house.
He wanted there to be no misunderstanding about whether she had been capable of making that decision.
I wondered why he felt the need to be so precise.
But I didn't interrupt.
He continued.
My father had still been alive in 2019.
That was another fact he wanted me to know.
The trust wasn't something my mother had signed alone after losing him.
Both my parents had been there when the documents were formally completed.
I held on to that detail.
Both of them.
Together.
I looked down at the blue tin again.
My mother had prepared those documents while my father was still living.
She had understood what she was signing.
And Mr. Fenwick was making sure I knew both things before he would explain what had happened to the property.
I realized that whatever he was about to tell me depended on those facts.
The year.
The trust.
My parents' presence.
None of it sounded accidental.
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