I sat in my car and listened carefully as Frederick Peton explained exactly what had happened.
The more he spoke, the colder I became.
Not frightened.
Focused.
The way Warren used to get before walking into difficult negotiations.
« Mrs. Morrison, » Frederick said, « your son accessed accounts that were never included in the power of attorney documentation. »
I stared through the …
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