In the days that followed, I continued my act, leaving the occasional “misplaced” keys or “forgotten” appointments as breadcrumbs for them to follow. I noted every conversation, every sneer, and every dismissive gesture in a small, discreet notebook I kept hidden in my room. I also took the liberty of recording their voices on a small audio device I carried in my pocket. It was amazing how much people revealed when they thought no one was listening.

Paula and Daniel scheduled a meeting with a lawyer, one recommended by a “friend” of Paula’s. I went along, presenting myself as the perfect candidate for someone in need of assistance. The lawyer, a sharp-eyed man named Mr. Thompson, glanced at me over his glasses, assessing. I played my part well, nodding along as Paula and Daniel outlined their “concerns” for my well-being.