Daniel had never intended to end my life.

A sudden death would bring police investigators, an autopsy report, and questions from Attorney Lin.

He wanted me declared legally incompetent so a probate judge would grant him full medical power of attorney.

With that legal document signed by a magistrate, he could transfer my valley property to his real estate development firm himself before the November first groundbreaking deadline.

That was why he had been sitting beside our bed every morning, writing in his small leather journal.