Daniel’s eyes lit up with an eagerness that betrayed his anticipation. “Of course, Mom. We can take care of that for you,” he replied smoothly, trying to conceal his excitement at the prospect of gaining control over my finances. Paula exchanged a quick, knowing glance with him, a silent agreement passing between them.
Over the next few weeks, I played the part to perfection. I misplaced my glasses, forgot recipes I had known by heart for decades, and occasionally called my grandson by my late husband’s name. Each act of forgetfulness was met with patronizing reassurances and smug smiles. They thought it was only a matter of time before the weakened matriarch relinquished her empire to them.
