When Eleanor Lost Access to Her Own Money, Everything Changed

blazer looked from him to me.

“Grant?”

He kept his smile.

“My mother is unwell.”

Something in me cracked louder than any glass ever could.

I turned toward the woman.

“My name is Eleanor Whitaker. I am seventy-seven years old. My son used documents I did not knowingly sign to take control of my money and move it into this company.”

The air changed.

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