“I remember being told I wouldn’t remember this trip,” Grandma said from the screen. “I remember who came anyway. And I remember asking where forty-five thousand dollars went.” A gasp moved through the church. Mom’s face drained of color. Grandma explained that during one of her clearer weeks, she had privately met with an elder-law attorney and her physician. Her capacity had been documented, her financial records reviewed, and any authority Vivian held over her money had been revoked. The $45,000 transfer to my brother’s company had already been challenged and was being handled through the bank and her attorney.
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