“With his key. I heard the front door.”
“Why didn’t you wake me?”
Tyler wiped at his eyes.
“I thought you’d get mad because you told me to stop following him.”
That hit me hard.
“He went into Grandma’s room and said she signed in the wrong place.”
I looked down at the pillow beside him.
“Is that why you’ve been sleeping here?”
He nodded.
“I tried to stay awake.”
I opened Mom’s bedroom door.
She startled awake when I switched on the lamp.
“What happened?”
“Mom, I need to ask you something.”
She squinted at me.
“At four in the morning?”
“Has Jason been bringing you documents?”
She slowly pushed herself upright.
“What documents?”
“Papers to sign.”
Her expression shifted slightly.
“I don’t know.”
“Think, please.”
She closed her eyes, trying to remember.
“Maybe some forms.”
“What forms?”
“I think something for the bank.”
My stomach dropped.
“Why would Jason bring you bank forms?”
Mom looked genuinely confused.
“He said he was helping.”
At sunrise, I called our family attorney, Denise.
She had handled Dad’s estate years earlier, and I trusted her completely.
When I explained everything Tyler had told me, she interrupted before I could finish.
“Don’t confront Jason yet.”
By 8:30 that morning, I had Mom, Tyler, and every financial document I could find sitting inside Denise’s office.
Denise spoke to Mom slowly and carefully.
“Did you knowingly give Jason permission to access or manage any of your accounts?”
Mom frowned.
“No.”
“Did he explain that any of the papers you signed could give him that kind of access?”
“No.”
Denise leaned back in her chair.
“Then we’re calling the bank.”
That call changed everything.
Jason had submitted documents requesting access to more than one of Mom’s accounts.
Some of those requests were still being reviewed.
One had already resulted in him being added to an account.
Mom stared at the speakerphone in disbelief.
“Why would he do that?”
I already knew there had to be more to the story.
The answer came that same afternoon.
Jason walked into my house carrying another folder.
I was waiting for him in the kitchen.
He smiled when he saw me.
“Hey. Where’s Mom?”
“Upstairs.”
Then he noticed Denise’s business card sitting on the table.
His smile disappeared.
I pointed toward a chair.
“Sit down.”
He didn’t move.
