The money could be used only for Mom’s direct medical needs. Any person who diverted funds, created false invoices, or benefited personally from her illness could be removed from control immediately.

Dad had already done it.

Delphine was no longer co-manager of the fund.

I was.

The remaining accounts had been frozen, the house placed into a protected trust for Mom’s care, and formal demands had already been sent seeking return of the money transferred to Bright Path and Travis’s clinic.

Then Dad told them about his cancer.

Delphine began crying.

Her first question was whether he had changed his will.

Dad looked at her for a long time.

“You stole from your mother while your sister was bathing her, feeding her, and paying the deposit you emptied her account to avoid.”

Travis’s clinic investors began withdrawing once the financial review started.

Delphine called me vindictive.

I simply opened my care log.

For three years, it recorded who had shown up.

The folder showed who had only been taking.