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 do that?”
I already knew there had to be more to the story.
The answer came that same afternoon.
Jason walked into my house carrying another folder.
I was waiting for him in the kitchen.
He smiled when he saw me.
“Hey. Where’s Mom?”
“Upstairs.”
Then he noticed Denise’s business card sitting on the table.
His smile disappeared.
I pointed toward a chair.
“Sit down.”
He didn’t move.
“What happened?”
“Sit.”
Jason slowly lowered himself into the chair.
I placed copies of the paperwork directly in front of him.
