The Coat My Father Wouldn’t Take Off

She opened the folder and walked me through it like a tour guide.

There was a power of attorney bearing my father’s signature, giving Julian control over everything he owned.

There was a physician’s letter declaring my father mentally incompetent.

There was the new will, naming Julian sole beneficiary.

“It’s all legal,” my brother said, leaning back, so pleased with himself.

“Airtight.

You get nothing, Elena.

That’s just how it is.”