For Ten Years I Drained My Savings to Rescue My Three Grown Children — Then I Woke From Surgery to Learn They’d Filed a Court Petition, While I Was on the Operating Table, Citing Every Loan I Ever Gave Them as Proof I’d Lost My Mind

We split the two million three ways.

If Mom asks, we tell her the court ordered her into assisted living for her own good. Wade put his hand over his mouth.

Bianca sat down, hard, in one of the visitor chairs — one of the very chairs they had abandoned that morning.

“You —” Trent stared at me, wild-eyed.

“You set us up.

Mom.

You did this to your own children?” I looked at my eldest son for a long moment.

“No, Trent,” I said.