The next morning we sat in the office of Attorney Dana Kessler, a woman in her late fifties with sharp eyes and a voice that sounded like she had won arguments her entire life. Dana reviewed the evidence in silence, then folded her hands on her desk.
“Your fiancé has attempted financial fraud. Your family is participating in a coordinated scheme to deprive you of property. If you confront them directly, they will try to manipulate you. The safest solution is to act before they return.”
I swallowed. “What do I need to do.”
Dana explained a plan that felt extreme yet precise. We would sell the house quickly to a private buyer. We would transfer my remaining assets into protected accounts. I would relocate out of state for a time while legal proceedings began. Every action would be documented. Every message preserved.
It felt like planning an escape from a burning building, except the flames were smiling faces and familiar voices.