My parents said to Grandma that they were taking her out to lunch. Three hours later, a nursing facility called me.

All taken within six weeks.

“Your father has power of attorney,” she explained. “Temporary. I signed it after my knee surgery because I trusted him.”

My stomach tightened.

“He told me I was starting to become forgetful. He said I needed help handling the bills.” She stared out the window. “Then yesterday, I found this.”

“Did you confront him?”

“I did.”

“And?”

“He said the money was being used to pay for my care.”

I glanced toward the lone suitcase in the back seat.

Grandma let out a humorless laugh.