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That’s how I saw it—the transfer.
It wasn’t subtle.
It wasn’t grief.
I didn’t confront her. I didn’t call. I didn’t even text.
I called the bank.
Then Daniel Reeves, Grandma’s attorney.
And I said nothing.
Now I knew.
I took a screenshot of the account balance from Daniel’s secure portal and sent her one reply.
Then I set my phone down and went back to folding blankets.
Seven minutes later, she called.
Then Derek started texting.
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