The gentleman. Following her surgery, hopped up on Oxycodone, Derek had manipulated her into signing him on as an authorized user to “help with the bills.”
We executed a flawless financial amputation. We dissolved the joint account, opened a secure, dual-signature account in both our names, redirected her Social Security deposits, and initiated a massive fraud investigation regarding the forged credit card signatures.
As we walked out, Mom’s cheap spare phone buzzed. A text message from Melissa illuminated the screen.
Supper club arrives at 6:30 sharp. Have the patio finished. Wear the black apron.
I intercepted the phone, reading the text twice. A glacial calm washed over my nervous system. Melissa hadn’t just planned a dinner; she had meticulously rented a stage. She had invited six prominent women from the neighborhood to watch her play the benevolent Lady of the Manor, utilizing my mother as a prop to establish her dominance.
