For Seven Years I Sent Forty Thousand Dollars Every January, Until Emma Finally Spoke
“He told me the funeral took his last dime,” I said.
Carl laid his hand flat on the second sheet.
“If Mark is misusing money meant for Emma’s care, you have legal standing to file for temporary guardianship.
But a single dock slip isn’t enough for a county judge.”
“What does a judge need?” I asked.
“We have a legal path, Arthur, but it takes cold, hard evidence of where that money lands,” Carl said.
“Where do I find that?” I asked.