The line clicked again, and I heard Mr. Jackson’s voice, calm and measured. “Claire, how can I help you today?”
“Mr. Jackson,” I started, “I just received the amended trust document from my mother. I was hoping you could explain what this means for me and my brother.”
There was a pause on the other end, a hesitation that made my heart skip a beat. “Claire, the amendment outlines some changes to the distribution of assets. It’s important you discuss this with your mother directly, as she can provide her reasoning behind the adjustments.”
“But what kinds of changes are we looking at?” I pressed, trying to keep the frustration from my voice.
“Without going into specifics over the phone, I can say that it involves a reallocation of certain properties and financial assets,” he replied, his tone professional yet distant.
I sighed, realizing this conversation wouldn’t yield the clarity I was hoping for. “Thank you, Mr. Jackson. I appreciate your time,” I said, ending the call with more questions than answers.
My brother’s reply came through just as I set the phone down: “We need to meet. This sounds serious. I’m coming over.”
His urgency matched my own, and I found comfort in the fact that we would face this together. Whatever our mother had decided, we would navigate it as a united front.
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