PART 2
The first line said:
“Ingredients: one son with my power of attorney, one forged signature, and four hundred thousand dollars that are no longer in my account.”
Nobody moved.
I kept reading.
“Gordon, you thought I couldn’t read anymore. I could. I read every bank statement Nora brought me. In March, you moved my savings into an account in your name. In May, you signed my name on a loan against the farmhouse. I was in hospice. I could not hold a pen.”
My mother made a small sound and put her hand over her mouth.
My father stood up so fast his chair fell over.
“That’s a lie. She was confused. She had dementia.”
“She did not,” Mr. Kessler said. “I visited her four times in her final month. Two hospice nurses witnessed her last statement. She was clear as a bell.”
He opened his folder.
