“What did you say, Grandpa?” I whispered in a voice that did not sound like my own. My grandfather did not blink and he did not raise his voice as he folded his hands on the tablecloth.
“Show me how you have used the $3 million trust fund that was placed in your name on the day you were born,” he said again. “I want to hear about the house you bought and the business you started because I would like to know about your life,” he added.
The silence that followed was the loudest thing I have ever heard in my entire existence. My mother was breathing too fast while my father was trying to smile even though his lips were not cooperating.
My boyfriend, Jackson, had only been dating me for eight months and he looked at me with wide and frightened eyes. I opened my mouth and closed it again before I finally said the only true thing I knew how to say.
“I never got one, Grandpa,” I whispered while I felt the heat rise in my face. “I never got a trust fund and I have been struggling to pay my bills for years,” I told him.
I watched his face go from steady to something carved from old wood and deep grief. He turned his head toward Mr. Henderson and the lawyer clicked the briefcase open to pull out several folders of paper.
He laid the folders out in a neat row and each one had a tab with a year printed in black ink. There were twenty five folders sitting there which represented twenty five years of something I never knew existed.
My mother made a sound that was not a word but rather the sound an animal makes when it steps into a trap. My father stood up so fast his chair tipped backward and crashed onto the wood floor with a loud bang.
“Dad, please,” my father said as he gripped the table. “Whatever this is we can talk about it privately and not in front of Riley,” he pleaded.
My grandfather did not even look at him because he kept his eyes locked on mine. “On the day you were born I deposited $1 million into a trust fund in your name,” my grandfather explained.
“It was meant to grow until your twenty fifth birthday at which point it would have been worth over $3 million,” he said. “Your parents were the trustees and they were responsible for handing it over to you completely,” he added.
I could not speak so I just shook my head while my eyes started to fill with hot tears. I was looking at my mother who had told me at twenty two that I would have to take out student loans for school.
She was the same woman who had cried with me in 2020 when I had to declare bankruptcy after my small bakery failed. “Sweetheart, we just do not have anything extra to give right now,” she had said just three months ago when I asked for help.
She would not look at me now while she stared at the spilled wine on the tablecloth. My father had gone the color of old paper and he looked like a fish pulled out of the water.
