get mad because you told me to stop following him.”
That hit me hard.
“He went into Grandma’s room and said she signed in the wrong place.”
I looked down at the pillow beside him.
“Is that why you’ve been sleeping here?”
He nodded.
“I tried to stay awake.”
I opened Mom’s bedroom door.
She startled awake when I switched on the lamp.
“What happened?”
“Mom, I need to ask you something.”
She squinted at me.
“At four in the morning?”
“Has Jason been bringing you documents?”
She slowly pushed herself upright.
“What documents?”
“Papers to sign.”
Her expression shifted slightly.
“I don’t know.”
“Think, please.”
She closed her eyes, trying to remember.
“Maybe some forms.”
“What forms?”
“I think something for the bank.”
My stomach dropped.
“Why would Jason bring you bank forms?”
Mom looked genuinely confused.
“He said he was helping.”
At sunrise, I called our family attorney,
