I waited until the following afternoon to call Karen.
I had written down what I wanted to ask.
The closing statement.
The money from the sale.
Mom's checking account.
And the trust established in 2019.
I didn't want to forget anything.
When Karen answered, she sounded as though she was in the middle of something.
"What's going on, Beth?"
I told her I needed to discuss Mom's finances.
There was a pause.
Then she asked why.
I explained that I had spoken with Mr. Fenwick.
I told her about the letter discovered in the attic.
I didn't describe every word.
I simply said that Mom had left a written statement concerning the house and her financial records.
Karen became quiet.
Then she asked who had given me the letter.
I explained that Tyler and Hannah had found it.
"They brought it to you?"
"Yes."
I could hear her breathing through the telephone.
I asked whether she knew about the envelope.
She said she didn't.
I asked whether she knew Mom had kept a ledger beneath the staircase.
Again, she said she didn't know what I was talking about.
I reminded her that Mom had written about money disappearing from her checking account.
Karen immediately questioned our mother's memory.
She said Mom sometimes became confused.
I knew that.
I had known it for years.
But I also knew Mom had written the letter on a day when she considered herself clear enough to document what she remembered.
I told Karen that Mr. Fenwick was reviewing the records.
She didn't respond immediately.
Then she asked whether I was accusing her of something.
I said I was asking for explanations.
That was all.
I asked again for the closing settlement statement.
Karen sighed.
She said she had already explained that the money was needed for Mom's care.
I told her that wasn't what I had asked.
I wanted the actual figures.
She said I was making things unnecessarily difficult.
I felt my hands tighten around the phone.
I had spent months trying not to make things difficult.
I had accepted decisions I hadn't been part of.
I had waited for documents that never arrived.
I had trusted her explanations.
And now my mother had left a letter saying something was wrong.
I asked Karen whether the house had been placed in a trust for Emily.
There was a longer silence.
Then she asked what trust.
I told her the arrangement dated back to 2019.
I said Mr. Fenwick had located the documents.
Karen's voice changed.
She asked why Mom would do something like that without telling her.
I didn't know.
I only knew that our parents had made the arrangement.
I reminded her that the trust existed before the house was sold.
Karen said she needed to see the paperwork.
I told her the attorney was reviewing it.
She asked whether I intended to take legal action.
I didn't answer immediately.
I wasn't trying to threaten my sister.
I wanted to understand what had happened.
But I also wasn't going to pretend the letter didn't exist.
I told her that the records needed to be examined.
Then I ended the call.
I sat quietly for several minutes.
I had expected anger.
I had expected denial.
What I hadn't expected was how quickly Karen had moved from telling me everything was handled to asking why I was questioning her.
I looked at my notebook.
There were still questions without answers.
And I intended to keep asking them.
Click here to continue reading: PART 14: My Sister Wanted to Know What Mother Had Written, but She Had Never Asked Why Mother Felt She Needed to Write It
The Sunday Calls I Never Missed and the Quiet Changes I Didn’t Realize Were Happening Back Home
Part 13 of 24
