“He accepted our offer. Do not stand there pretending he is innocent.”
“You offered me money because you believed Rosie’s life could be transferred like a legal obligation.”
“And you signed.”
“I signed so you would not institutionalize the woman I loved before she had independent representation.”
Dad’s face darkened.
“You manipulated us.”
Ben gave a broken laugh.
“You wrote a contract assigning value to your daughter’s marriage.”
People had begun gathering.
Two nurses paused near the desk.
A hospital volunteer stood beside the elevators.
Several families in the waiting area were listening openly.
My mother looked around.
“You cannot be angry with us without being angry with him.”
I held up the contract.
“You signed this to get rid of her.”
Then I pointed toward Ben.
“He signed it to give her time, money, and a way out.”
“That is not the same.”
“We did what we thought was necessary,” Dad snapped.
