My Family Tried to Evict Me from the Craftsman House My Grandparents Left Me
He did not answer immediately. He looked toward the tall window that faced Third Street, where the autumn sun was just beginning to hit the glass.
“We need to remove the target,” Richard said. “We can create an irrevocable trust. You will transfer the house and the investment accounts your grandfather left you into the trust.”
“What does that do?” I asked.
“It means you no longer own the house,” he said. He leaned forward, his voice dropping an octave. “The trust owns it. You are the trustee and the beneficiary, but on paper, Emily Carter has nothing for them to take.”
I looked at the yellow pad where he had written my name in neat, block letters.
“Can they contest it?” I asked.
“The law can build a wall they cannot climb,” Richard said.
He tore the top sheet off his pad and folded it in half.
“My retainer for drafting the trust and filing the transfer deeds is twelve thousand dollars,” he said. “I need it before we begin.”
