My Parents Left Grandma at a Nursing Facility—Then a Brown Suitcase Led Us to the Deed Recorded in My Father’s Name

“Yes.”

“And the house.”

“I was repeating what Robert told me.”

“What was being sorted out?”

“I didn’t see the final document.”

She held the phone against her bag.

I did not take it from her or pretend I had obtained a recording.

I had heard a brief playback, and I had seen the date before she closed the screen.