My next step was a meeting with our family lawyer, a man who had been a staple in our lives for years. His office was lined with bookshelves, each one crammed with volumes of legal tomes. As I explained the situation, he listened quietly, his fingers steepled beneath his chin.
« These are serious concerns, » he said finally, his voice low and measured. « We’ll need to delve deeper into the financial records. » He promised to subpoena any necessary documents and advised me to keep a detailed log of all transactions and communications.
Leaving his office, I felt a mix of relief and trepidation. The legal wheels were in motion, but where they would lead was still uncertain. I drove home in silence, the hum of the road a backdrop to my swirling thoughts.
In the days that followed, I met with more professionals, each one adding a piece to the puzzle. The insurance representative confirmed that several claims had been processed under my father’s name that he never authorized. A financial advisor reviewed the statements, pointing out anomalies that even I had missed.
Each meeting was a step closer to understanding the full scope of the situation, but also a step closer to confronting the uncomfortable truth that someone had been manipulating my father’s finances. I grew more determined with each revelation, driven by the need to protect his interests.
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