planning and quietly transferring control.
“Did you sign a power of attorney?”
Dad nodded.
“Limited, I thought.”
“For medical decisions?”
“And paying bills if I couldn’t.”
I looked at Mom.
“I signed something too.”
“Did either of you read it?”
Dad gave me a tired look.
“I read what Derek showed me.”
That answer stayed between us.
What Derek showed me.
Not what he signed.
I thought about Inez, my attorney, and hoped she was already finding the difference.
“What happened after that?”
Dad explained.
At first, Derek simply began
