I looked at my sister.

“Yes.

But loving them doesn’t mean pretending their choice was right.”

PART 11

Two weeks after our reunion, a reporter called my house.

She said she was working on a story about a disputed estate and had heard an elderly woman had been offered gifts in return for helping influence a grieving widow.

I hung up before she could ask another question.

An hour later a neighbor knocked and showed me a local blog post.