“And that’s why you wanted guardianship.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Then make it complicated.”
“I needed money, Mom.”
She began crying.
“For what?”
“My business was falling apart.” She wiped her face. “Before Daniel died, he told me about Walter’s trust. I’d already asked you for help, and you said no.”
“So?”
Her voice cracked. “So I thought the trust could save my business.”
I stared at her.
“And all you needed was Walter.”
She sobbed harder. “I was desperate. I wasn’t going to steal it!”
“What were you going to do?”
“Manage it.”
“For yourself?”
“I would’ve put it back.”
I gave a short laugh because I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“Of course.”
“He’s nine! What does a nine-year-old need that kind of money for?” she snapped. “It was just sitting there!”
“It’s his.”
“I know that!”
“Apparently you don’t.”
