there won’t be any confusion later.”
They never asked what I needed.
Only what would remain.
In January, I hired an attorney.
In February, I signed documents they could not undo.
I reviewed account statements, property deeds, beneficiary forms, trust documents, and every old file Richard had stored inside the locked cabinet beneath the stairs.
I did not scream.
I did not call and plead.
I did not send a single angry message.
I organized.
I transferred.
I arranged.
By March, I was gone.
When my children finally came looking
