I called my ophthalmologist’s office and asked for a copy of my recent reports, then requested that future appointments be discussed only with me.

After that, I called a lawyer whose name I remembered from a community rehabilitation workshop: Evelyn Shaw.

Her receptionist asked what sort of matter it was.

“Family documents I may not have signed,” I said.

There was a pause.

“Do you feel safe at home right now?”

I looked at the locked front door.

“At the moment, yes.”