I replayed the recording from my mother’s bedroom three times.
Celeste stood beside the bed with the green hatbox open in front of her.
Forged deeds, medical evaluations, and trust documents covered the blanket.
Her voice remained calm as she spoke into the phone.
“He still doesn’t suspect anything.”
“Once Evelyn’s house is sold and the trust is emptied, there won’t be anything left for him to recover.”
“By the time he realizes the truth, the money and the property will belong to us.”