The last voices from the house had faded. Light still shone through a single upstairs window, while the garden lay in darkness.

My stomach knotted.

“What paperwork?”

Dad nodded. After Derek and Veronica’s lease expired, my parents offered my old room until he found work. Initially Derek fixed a roof leak, Veronica cooked, and both helped with Mom’s appointments and deliveries of Dad’s custom cabinets. Then pneumonia sent Dad to hospital for several days, though his life wasn’t in danger. GetParenting Tips

“That’s when the paperwork started,” he explained. My stomach knotted.

“What paperwork?”

Limited, I thought.”

“For medical decisions?”

“And paying bills if I couldn’t.”

I turned toward Mom.

“I signed something too.”

“Did either of you read it?”

He met my question with a weary expression.

“I read what Derek showed me.”

He’d read what Derek showed him, not necessarily what he’d signed. I hoped my lawyer Inez could establish the difference.

“What happened after that?”

Derek took charge of utilities, groceries and the household account while Veronica kept receipts