She had a financial plan.
And I needed to understand exactly what was behind it.
That night, after Vicky went to bed, I called my legal-aid attorney.
I told her everything.
I explained what I had overheard.
I admitted I didn’t have a recording.
But she wasn’t concerned.
“You don’t necessarily need a recording,” she told me.
Then she reminded me that she already had access to Denise and Howard’s financial proposal and the documents governing Vicky’s trust.
That was when she pointed me toward the detail I hadn’t fully understood before.
The trust wasn’t simply a pile of money waiting for whoever became Vicky’s guardian.
It had rules.
Restrictions.
Conditions.
The money belonged to Vicky.
It could be used for her legitimate needs.
