Jessica stood apart from them.
“Did you know Caleb was trying to put the house in a trust?”
I asked.
“No.”
“Did you give him copies of my identification?”
She closed her eyes.
“I gave him a copy of the closing statement.”
“Why?”
“Because he said he could help refinance the loan.”
“Did you give him my signature?”
“No.”
“Did you give him access to my email?”
“No.”
“Then how did he get the information?”
“I don’t know.”
I looked at the power of attorney.
“Did you sign this willingly?”
Jessica nodded.
“Did you understand what it allowed you to do?”
“Yes.”
“Did my parents understand?”
Her silence was answer enough.
She looked toward Mom and Dad.
“I told them it was temporary.”
“That isn’t what I asked.”
“No,” she said.
“They didn’t understand all of it.”
Mom’s fingers tightened around the glass in Dad’s hand.
