“A preliminary filing draft,” Arthur said.

“The creation date is marked two weeks ago, on November twentieth.”

I held the receiver closer to my ear.

“Read me the heading.”

“It’s an emergency petition for involuntary placement in an assisted living facility,” Arthur said.

His voice dropped lower, but every word came through clearly.

“Loretta, he filed preliminary papers claiming you’re mentally incompetent.”

My hand stayed still on the phone.