“Ethan.”
David stood, walked to a locked file cabinet, and pulled out a folder. “Show me everything he gave you.”
I handed him the envelope Ethan had brought me two days before the wedding. At the time, I had barely read it. Ethan said it was standard. Marissa said David was old-fashioned and charged too much for simple documents. Vanessa said families should not make everything legal and cold.
David read the first page and muttered something under his breath.
“What?” I asked.
“This is not just a transfer.”
He turned the papers toward me.
“They were trying to move the lake house into a limited liability company controlled by Ethan. Then this section gives Marissa financial authority over your accounts if two family members declare you unable to manage your affairs.”
My mouth went dry.
“They could do that?”
