For years she’d bragged about her “successful entrepreneur” son-in-law while treating my wife like an ungrateful outsider.

She had handed her savings, her trust, and her authority to a con man who laughed at her behind her back.

“Did you hear that, Mom?” I said, standing over her.

“You starved Maya because this man convinced you she was your enemy.

You nearly killed the mother of your grandson to fund a vacation for a man who called you an old fool.”

Eleanor tried to speak.