“He specializes in helping seniors simplify their lives.”
She slowly pushed the envelope toward me.
“We only need your signature.”
I looked down at the paperwork.
Exactly as Luka had predicted.
A petition requesting temporary conservatorship.
Power over my finances.
Authority over my investments.
Control of my medical decisions.
Permission to sell my home if they considered it “necessary.”
If I had signed those pages, my independence would have disappeared overnight.
Rebecca watched me expectantly.
“What do you think?”
I looked up.
“I think your lawyer forgot one important detail.”
She frowned.
“What detail?”
“That I hired my own attorney first.”
The color drained from Philip’s face.
Rebecca forced a laugh.
