I woke up thinking about the closing statement again.
It was almost embarrassing how much time I had spent asking for one document.
I hadn't requested anything complicated.
I wanted to know what happened when my mother's house was sold.
I wanted the final amount.
I wanted to know where the money went.
And I wanted to understand how a property placed in a trust had been sold without my knowledge.
Those questions had been sitting unanswered for months.
I opened my telephone and looked at Karen's last message.
She had said she wanted to keep the matter within the family.
I wondered whether she understood how difficult that request was becoming.
A family could keep things private.
But privacy couldn't replace accountability.
I called Mr. Fenwick.
I asked whether he needed another written request for the closing records.
He explained that he was continuing to review the relevant documents.
I told him Karen still hadn't provided the settlement statement.
He said he understood.
I asked whether I should send Karen one final request.
He advised me to keep the communication clear and factual.
So I did.
I sent Karen a message asking for the complete closing statement from the Oakwood sale.
I also requested the records showing how the proceeds had been handled for Mom.
I didn't accuse her.
I didn't mention the ledger again.
I simply asked for the documents.
Then I waited.
An hour passed.
Then another.
I checked my phone several times.
Nothing.
Later that afternoon, Karen replied.
She said she didn't understand why I needed the same information again.
I read the message twice.
I explained that I had never received it.
She said the money had been used for Mom's needs.
I asked her to show me the records.
She didn't answer that part.
Instead, she asked whether I had told Emily about the trust.
I said I had not.
I wasn't going to involve my daughter until we understood the legal situation.
Karen replied that this was exactly why she thought I was making things worse.
I put the phone down.
I was tired of conversations that moved away from the questions.
The next day, I visited Mom again.
She was sitting in the common room.
I sat beside her.
We talked about Emily and the weather.
Then she asked whether I had been busy.
I told her I had been working on the family paperwork.
She nodded.
I asked whether she needed anything.
She said she was comfortable.
Before I left, I held her hand.
I wanted her to know I hadn't forgotten.
That evening, I placed the original envelope beside my notebook.
The handwriting was unmistakably hers.
The date was still February 3rd.
I thought about the young couple who had found it.
They had paid for the house.
They had a baby.
They had been trying to make a home.
And they had been the ones to bring me the information my own sister had never shared.
I couldn't change that.
But I could make sure the documents were preserved.
The settlement statement was still missing.
And I wasn't going to pretend that was a small detail anymore.
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