Chapter 12 - Primrose stops wanting birthday cake
Primrose would not eat chocolate cake for almost two months.
Vanilla:
Fine.
Cupcakes:
Sometimes.
Chocolate birthday cake:
No.
Her therapist, Dr. Miriam Keene, did not call it a disorder.
She called it:
“A reasonable avoidance association after a frightening event.”
Good.
No dramatic diagnosis.
Then Primrose started asking:
“Am I still your heir?”
I hated the word.
“You’re my daughter.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
Six years old.
Already a Ravelle.
I explained as simply as possible.
“You have things that belong to you in trusts. Felix has things that belong to him. Nobody replaces anybody.”
“If you die?”
“My plans take care of you.”
“Does Felix get the house?”
“No.”
“Does Aunt Genevieve?”
“No.”
“Does the government?”
I almost laughed.
“Hopefully not.”
She smiled.
Then:
“What if you go to jail?”
There.
Genevieve’s poison.
I answered honestly.
“If something happened where I couldn’t take care of you, Aunt Margot would care for you first under my current plan, and courts would make sure it was appropriate.”
Evelyn’s sister Margot.
Stable.
Clean record.
Not involved in Ravelle businesses.
“Not Aunt Genevieve?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because adults choose backup caregivers based on safety and stability.”
“Because cake?”
“Not only cake.”
Good.
No child needed succession law.
She needed to know:
Her home did not vanish because her father had legal problems.
Then my own estate lawyer updated documents.
Not because Genevieve had magical inheritance power.
Because the dispute showed ambiguity was dangerous.
Independent trustee for Primrose.
Margot first guardian nominee.
Professional co-trustee.
No Genevieve role.
No family company automatically controlled by Primrose.
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My daughter could inherit wealth without inheriting management obligations.
That was the first structural change I made because of the birthday.
