Every Evening, My Husband Tipped Two Drops From a Small Dark Glass Bottle Into My Tea
“He has a blank medical power of attorney form inside his leather briefcase.
If he convinces two doctors or gets you to sign a voluntary release, you’ll lose every legal right you have.”
“He will only use that power of attorney if he thinks I am fighting him,” I said.
“If he believes I have completely broken down, he will bring me to your office to sign over the valley land quietly before November first.”
Lin reached inside his wool coat and pulled out a yellow legal pad and a black pen.