My Son Told Me Not to Come on the Trip I Paid For

in Chicago, a woman named Barb Sheehan who’d handled his buddy’s elder abuse case a few years back. I called her that afternoon. She picked up on the second ring, which felt like a sign.

I told her everything. The trip. The transfers. The LLC. Phil Kovac. The voicemails.

She was quiet for a long time. Then: “Mr. Curtis, do you want to press charges, continue reading …