She placed a photograph on the table.
It showed Trevor entering a private medical office.
Beside him stood Malcolm.
The photograph was dated two weeks before the assault.
I frowned.
"Why were they there?"
Grant opened another folder.
"To obtain a medical assessment."
My stomach tightened.
"Of whom?"
She looked at me.
"You."
I stared at her.
"But I wasn't there."
"I know."
She handed me a report.
At the top was my name.
Beneath it were statements describing memory loss, paranoia, emotional instability, and poor financial judgment.
My hands shook.
"Who wrote this?"
"A physician who appears to have relied on information supplied by your son and Malcolm."
I stared at the page.
They'd been preparing to question my competence before Trevor ever struck me.
Before I sold River Oaks.
Before the forged transfers were discovered.
Then Grant pointed toward the final paragraph.
**RECOMMENDATION: FORMAL CAPACITY EVALUATION PRIOR TO MAJOR FINANCIAL DECISIONS.**
