Julia laughed, a harsh, brittle sound. “Oh, it was easy once we got him to sign the Power of Attorney.
I mean, I did forge one of the supplementary forms for the bank transfer. But come on, he didn’t know what he was doing. That man hasn’t made a smart decision since 2015.
Let Mom deal with the guilt. I just wanted the car payments covered.”
My phone, face down on the table, was recording every word. “So, the house?” I pressed gently.
“Mom’s already looking at condos in Florida,” Julia smirked. “Once we sell the big house, we split the equity. Dad doesn’t need it.
He’s got… what? Social Security?”
I smiled back. It was the hardest smile of my life.
“You’ve really thought of everything.”
“We had to,” she said, checking her reflection in her spoon. Click. I sent the audio file to the lawyer, Mr.
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