“What?” Arthur stared at the paper. Then at me. Then at the cabinet, as if calculating what else might be hidden in the house. “That’s not legal. She wasn’t in her right mind.”
I raised another document. “Her lawyer notarized it eight months ago. Her doctor signed the competency letter. It’s all in here.”
“You manipulated her.” He took a step closer. “Give me that envelope.”
“No.”
“Give it to me before I take it.”
I stood. I wasn’t tall and had never won a fight in my life, but
