thirty.
Thirty seconds became a minute.
Eventually, with the support of a sturdy walking frame, I managed several careful steps.
After months of private rehabilitation exercises and determination, I was slowly regaining abilities everyone believed I had lost forever.
And I told absolutely no one.
Meanwhile, I secretly contacted David Carter, a retired investigator who had been a close friend of my late husband.
After examining my bank statements and copies of the suspicious documents, David confirmed that someone had been forging my signature.
He began investigating the activity surrounding
my home.
But what he discovered was far more terrifying than financial theft.
Someone had been making plans that involved a remote road, an abandoned hillside, and my wheelchair.
When David warned me never to accompany Maria to an isolated place, I promised him I would be careful.
Unfortunately, I still wanted to believe that my own family could never deliberately hurt me.
Three weeks later, Maria entered my bedroom at exactly 7:23 on a cold October morning.
She was smiling.
“Mom, you spend too much time inside. Why
