My mother’s voice was unmistakable.
“You should be grateful we let you stay here.”
Naomi answered weakly, “This is Caleb’s house too.”
Mom laughed.
“Caleb sends money to his family. You married into this family. Don’t confuse the two.”
Then Kendra appeared in the recording.
She threw a bag of Naomi’s clothes onto the ground.
“Go sleep in the shed if you’re going to cough all night.”
I watched the video twice.
Then emailed it to the attorney.
That night, when I returned home, Mom was unusually cheerful.
She had cooked dinner.
Candles were on the table.
Kendra had dressed up.
Something was coming.
I was right.
After dessert, Mom placed a folder in front of me.
“I had something prepared for you.”
I opened it.
Power of attorney.
Financial authorization.
Account management permission.
All drafted by a lawyer I had never met.
I looked up.
