Chloe brought her hand up to her mouth.

“I told him you were getting forgetful.

I told him we needed to look at assisted living facilities.”

“You told me last Tuesday that your boss here is a notary public,” I said.

Chloe looked from the laboratory paper to my face, her eyes wide.

“Yes.

He is.”

I slid Attorney Lin’s thirty-page irrevocable trust document out of my tote bag and placed it on top of the medical report in her hands.