“Filed on Tuesday by your son, Daniel Briggs.”

My hand rose to my chest, my palm settling flat across my collarbone.

“He told me it was an insurance update for the supplemental health plan,” I said.

“He signed an affidavit claiming you’re showing signs of serious cognitive decline and memory loss,” Arthur said.

“He asked the judge to name him receiver of all your liquid assets before the month is out.”

I stared at the black ink of the official seal.