“Not tonight.”
“Fair enough. I’ll save it for breakfast.”
She almost smiled again.
Then she explained that a property transfer had been processed using documents she believed were fraudulent. Her bank accounts had been drained, her phone service had been canceled, and someone had changed the locks on her house.
She had spent the evening calling people who suddenly seemed too busy to help.
Finally, she had taken a cab to my address.
I sat quietly, trying to understand how a daughter could do something so cruel to her own mother.
Jenna had been selfish when I knew her. She could turn a minor inconvenience into a personal tragedy and a personal tragedy into everyone else’s responsibility.
But this?
This was something else.
“Have you contacted a lawyer?” I asked.
“Tomorrow morning. I need to gather copies of everything first.”
“Good. We’ll make a list.”
“We?”
I looked at her.
