Nobody spoke.
Daniel’s face turned white.
“Dad, you recorded me?”
“How could you do that to your own son?”
I almost laughed.
“How could you threaten your own father?”
One officer asked Daniel to sit down.
The other spoke privately with the nursing home employees.
They confirmed that Daniel had contacted their facility several times, claiming I was becoming forgetful and incapable of caring for myself.
He had even told them I was willing to move immediately.
But what happened next made my hands shake.
The officer asked whether Daniel had ever tried to access my money without my permission.
I hesitated.
Then I remembered something.
Three days earlier, my bank had called to ask whether I had authorized Daniel to inquire about my accounts.
At the time, I assumed it was a misunderstanding.
Now I wasn’t so sure.
I told the officer everything.
Daniel suddenly stood.
