Then another case came, and another.

It turned out there was no shortage of them, that what had happened to me was not some rare aberration but a quiet epidemic, happening in ordinary families in ordinary houses all across the country, older people being slowly stripped of their autonomy by the people closest to them, one forged document and one altered record and one whispered word about confusion at a time.

Most of them had no forensic accountant in the family.

Most of them lost.