I closed my eyes.
Until that moment, I had believed the account was gone.
“How much can be recovered?”
“All of it, most likely.
But there is another problem.”
He explained that the submitted documents had not only attempted to redirect the education trust.
They had also requested access to a second account created from Uncle Carl’s estate—an account I had never known existed.
Aunt Nina had established it as a matching investment fund.
For every dollar I invested in education, professional training, or a qualifying business, the account could provide another dollar up to a fixed limit.
My mother had found a reference to the fund in an old file.
She had tried to move that money too.
“Why didn’t Aunt Nina tell me?” I asked.
“She wanted you to build something without feeling watched,” Daniel said.
“She planned to reveal it when you applied for school or made a major business investment.”
