“In this state it is legal,” I replied, “and Evan taught me to verify everything before trusting anyone.”
Judy’s eyes filled with tears as she said, “We were only trying to help you.”
“You said you would cut me off and call me unstable,” I answered firmly.
Mason muttered, “You misunderstood our intentions.”
“I did not misunderstand anything,” I said.
Naomi grabbed the document, but I placed my hand over it firmly and said, “Do not touch it.”
She snapped, “So you are punishing your own family?”
“I am protecting myself,” I replied.
Mason’s voice turned cold as he said, “You think you can shut your family out like this?”
“You can challenge it if you want,” I said, “but you will be facing experienced Manhattan trust attorneys.”
The words landed heavily in the room, and Judy softened her tone again.
“At least let your sister have one loft,” she pleaded.
“You have six,” Naomi added quickly. “You do not need all of them.”
My voice remained steady as I said, “My husband died today, and you spent the day planning how to take from me.”
Mason looked at me and asked, “So you are really cutting us off?”
“Yes,” I said simply.