Denise.

She had handled Dad’s estate years earlier, and I trusted her completely.

When I explained everything Tyler had told me, she interrupted before I could finish.

“Don’t confront Jason yet.”

By 8:30 that morning, I had Mom, Tyler, and every financial document I could find sitting inside Denise’s office.

Denise spoke to Mom slowly and carefully.

“Did you knowingly give Jason permission to access or manage any of your accounts?”

Mom frowned.

“No.”

“Did he explain that any of the papers you signed could give him that kind of access?”

“No.”

Denise leaned back in her chair.

“Then we’re calling the bank.”

That call changed everything.

Jason had submitted documents requesting access to more than one of Mom’s accounts.

Some of those requests were still being reviewed.

One had already resulted in him being added to an account.

Mom stared at the speakerphone in disbelief.

“Why would he