As they were led away, Dad was confused, but I slowly explained what had happened.
Finally, he sank into his armchair and placed his face in his hands in shame.
“Sarah?” His voice was small, like a child’s. “Did I… did I really try to throw you out?”
I knelt beside him, taking his weathered hand in mine. “It’s okay, Dad.
They manipulated you.
They took advantage while I was gone.”
“They said… you… they were protecting me from you.” Tears filled his eyes. “They had papers for me to sign next week.
Something about the house…”
“A transfer of ownership,” I realized with horror, my hand flying to my mouth. They’d nearly succeeded in stealing everything from us.
I came back just in time.
“Don’t worry, Dad. Nothing like that will EVER happen again.”
He nodded but turned quiet. A few minutes later, I brought him a cup of tea, but he’d fallen asleep.
Wanting to clear my head, I went out and sat on the stairs of our front porch, listening to the crickets.
The next day, I dealt with the police statements.
I also changed the locks and Lucy recommended a new caretaker whom she trusted with her whole heart.
But I made it clear at work that for the foreseeable future, I wouldn’t be able to go on extended business trips. It was too dangerous.
My father’s well-being and safety came first. He was my only family left.
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