Margaret hesitated—not because she didn’t trust them, but because she distrusted herself. Time had slowed her. Names slipped. Sometimes she forgot why she had walked into a room and laughed it off, but the forgetting lingered.
“What kind of emergencies?” she asked.
“Anything,” Andrew said quickly. “If you fall. If you’re sick. It’s easier if I can handle it.”
Vanessa smiled. “It’s what family does.”
Two days later, Margaret signed the papers.
At first, nothing changed. Then small withdrawals appeared—groceries she didn’t buy, hardware she hadn’t visited in years. When she asked Andrew, he explained easily.
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