“I know this is difficult for you,” he began. “You haven’t seen the daily decline. Mom forgets conversations. She accuses us of taking things. Last week she claimed Chloe locked her in the pantry.”
“Did Chloe lock her in the pantry?”
Chloe’s eyes sharpened.
“Of course not.”
“Then why would she say that?”
“Because she’s ill.”
Julian sighed.
“We didn’t want to worry you.”
“That was thoughtful.”
He mistook my calmness for surrender.
“We have arranged a place for her,” he continued. “A beautiful facility with trained staff.”
“Willow Haven?”
Both of them froze.
Only for a second.
But I saw it.
Chloe recovered first.
“Did she tell you?”
“Yes.”
Julian gave a tired laugh.
“Then she probably also told you we’re stealing from her.”
“She mentioned concerns about her finances.”
“There it is.” He spread his hands. “Paranoia. Another symptom.”
“Why doesn’t she have her phone?”
“She dropped it.”
“She said you smashed it.”
His face changed slightly.
“See what I mean?”
I picked up my water glass.
“When is the van coming?”
“Nine tomorrow morning,” Chloe answered. “It’s better if you leave before then. Your presence may cause a scene.”
“I’m staying.”
Chloe’s mouth tightened.
Julian stared at me.
“We are her legal guardians.”
“No, you’re not.”
“We have power of attorney.”
“That is not the same as guardianship.”
His eyes cooled.
“You haven’t even seen the documents.”
“You’re right. Bring them to me.”
“They’re private.”
“I’m her daughter.”
“You’re not her attorney.”
“No,” I said quietly. “I’m worse.”
Julian understood the warning.
Chloe did not.
She laughed.
“Your title doesn’t impress us here.”
“It should.”
Headlights swept across the curtains.
Julian turned toward the window.
A car door slammed outside.
Then another.
And another.
Chloe rose halfway from her chair.
“Were you expecting someone?”
“No,” Julian said.
Blue light flashed across the dining room walls.
Mother’s china cabinet glowed briefly, then darkened again.
Julian looked at me.
“What did you do?”
The doorbell rang.
I placed my napkin beside my plate.
“I made a phone call.”
He stood so quickly that his chair scraped backward.
“You had no right.”
The bell rang again.
A fist struck the front door.
