The duffel bag.
The gas station.
And Diane rescuing me.
Megan was silent.
“He told us you were dangerous,” she whispered. “He said you ran away and Aunt Diane kept you from him.”
I explained the property situation too.
She sounded genuinely shocked.
“Dad told us the lake belonged to the whole family.”
“It doesn’t. Diane owns it.”
Megan promised to send photographs of the bank statements she’d discovered.
Twenty minutes later, they arrived.
Cada estado de cuenta mostró un pago mensual de $725 a Ray como mi padre de custodia.
The payments continued for years.
Then I noticed something disturbing.
There were three payments dated after Diane had received custody.
September.
October.
November.
A total of $2,175.
My father had continued collecting money intended for my care while Diane was paying my expenses herself.
I immediately contacted a real estate attorney named Sandra Reeves.
She reviewed the deed, tax records, Diane’s written refusals, and the estate documents.
