Chapter 9: What Was in the Folder
Mom climbed the attic stairs slowly, one hand on the rail.
Richard was waiting at the top.
He held the folder out to her.
She took it.
She stood under the single hanging bulb and read.
I watched her face.
It didn't show relief.
It showed something quieter — the particular expression of a person who has just been handed proof that they were right about someone they loved, which is not the same as happiness.
"It's a dissolution agreement," she said.
"Signed by both of them," Richard said.
"Your father and Gerald Pitt.
Dated October 1993.
The partnership was formally ended.
All financial obligations between them — settled and released.
It's witnessed and notarized."
Mom turned the page.
"There's a letter too," she said.
"From Pitt to your father.
Dated a month later.
He's thanking him for the fair settlement.
He says he has no further claim on any asset or project connected to the partnership."
Mom lowered the folder.
"He knew," she said.
"He knew this document existed when he filed the claim."
"Yes," Richard said.
"He filed it anyway.
Eighteen months ago.
While I was — while I was grieving.
While I didn't know to look for correspondence at an old address." She looked at the folder again.
"He was counting on me not finding this."
The attic was very quiet.
Chloe was sitting on a box in the corner, very still.
"We take this to Patricia Ellison first thing tomorrow," I said.
"With everything else in that box."
"Yes," Mom said.
She closed the folder.
"We do."
She started for the stairs.
Then she stopped.
"Richard."
"Yes."
"Thank you for coming up here."
"Of course."
"No." She turned to look at him.
"I mean — thank you for being the kind of person who comes up here.
On a Sunday night.
Without being asked twice."
Richard looked at her for a moment.
"Helen," he said.
"There's nowhere else I'd be."
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The next morning, I called Patricia Ellison at eight o'clock sharp.
She went quiet when I described the dissolution agreement.
"That changes everything," she said.
"Can you bring the original documents in today?"
"We'll be there at ten," I said.
Mom sat across from Patricia Ellison in a small office with pale walls and a window that looked out onto a quiet street.
She placed the folder on the desk.
Patricia read it carefully, then read it again.
"This is exactly what we need," she said.
"The claim was fraudulent from the moment it was filed.
He had written confirmation that the debt was settled and released.
Filing this claim while possessing that letter is not a civil matter — it's potentially a crjminal one."
Mom folded her hands in her lap.
"What happens now?"
"We file an emergency response today.
The preliminary hearing becomes a dismissal hearing.
I'll also be referring the matter to the relevant authorities regarding the fraudulent filing itself." Patricia looked at Mom directly.
"Mr.
Pitt will not be walking away from this cleanly."
Mom nodded once.
"Good," she said.
May you like
She didn't say anything else.
She didn't need to.
