years. I never imagined that every answer was one more piece of the puzzle they were assembling to strip me of everything.
I also remembered how much Robert had insisted that I put him as power of attorney on my main account. The first time he suggested it, I had hesitated. Something inside me told me it wasn’t necessary, that I was still perfectly capable of handling my own finances.
But he insisted for weeks.
“Mom, it’s just for precaution. What if you get sick? What if you have an accident? You need someone who can access your accounts in case of emergency.”
Sarah also joined the pressure.
“Oh, Mom, Robert just wants to take care of you. It’s normal for children to help their elderly parents with these things.”
“Elderly.” That word had bothered me at the time, but I let it go. Now I understood it was part