The man who answered was Gideon Shaw, my late husband’s attorney and oldest friend. Fifteen years earlier, after Wesley’s first disastrous attempt to pressure me into signing over property, Gideon had made me promise I would call if my son ever threatened my safety or tried to take control of my home. I quietly told him what had happened. Within twenty minutes, he had contacted the police, my bank, and the attorney holding my updated estate documents.
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