Why, if I had discovered all of this weeks ago, had I not reported it immediately?

Why had I let it continue?

“Because,” I said, “I wanted to know how far it would go.” Once I had found that first suspicious power of attorney, I had made a decision that went against every instinct of fear and grief in me.

I stopped confronting them.

I stopped fighting.

Instead, I began, quietly, to do the thing I had done for a living for forty years.

I began to gather evidence.