From where he was sitting, he could hear them talking.
Jason apparently placed several papers across Mom’s blanket.
Tyler imitated his voice.
“‘It’s just so I can help with everything while you recover.’”
My stomach tightened.
“What did Grandma say?”
“She kept asking where to sign.”
“Was she awake?”
“Kind of.”
That answer frightened me even more.
Tyler continued.
“She signed a bunch. Then Uncle Jason folded them really fast.”
I stood up.
“Anything else?”
Tyler began crying harder.
“He came back at night once.”
“What?”
“You were asleep.”
“When?”
“I don’t know. Last week.”
“How did he get in?”
“With his key. I heard the front door.”
“Why didn’t you wake me?”
Tyler wiped at his eyes.
“I thought you’d get mad because you told me to stop following him.”
That hit me hard.
“He went into Grandma’s room and said she signed in the wrong place.”
