“My private records belong in my own room,” I said.

“It’s only paperwork to make sure your medical choices are protected if you get confused, Mom,” Renee said.

She turned her face to me then, her eyes perfectly clear and untroubled.

“We’re trying to keep you from losing track of your own accounts,” she said.

“Where are my Tucson papers now?” I asked.

“Daniel took them to the printer at his office,” she said.

“He’s having his legal team go over everything before the week is out.”