Rachel blinked.
“What trust?”
“A legally protected charitable and educational trust established by your mother.”
Marcus stared at Samuel.
“Who controls it?”
“Independent trustees.”
“Who are they?”
“Your aunt Clara, myself, and Dr. Naomi Bell.”
Marcus looked at Clara with open hatred.
“You came back for the money.”
Clara smiled without warmth.
“I own a software company worth more than your mother’s farm.”
He turned back to Samuel.
“Then remove them. Mom can revoke the trust.”
“She cannot.”
Rachel gripped the porch rail.
“Why not?”
Samuel opened the blue folder.
“Because it is irrevocable.”
The word landed harder than any shout.
Marcus shook his head.
“No. She wouldn’t do that.”
“She did.”
“There must be a beneficiary.”
“There are several.”
“Who?”
Samuel looked at me.
I nodded.
“The trust will provide scholarships for students from farming families,” he explained. “It will support agricultural apprenticeships, preserve the wetlands bordering the northern field, and fund emergency grants for older farmers at risk of losing their homes.”
