It didn’t take long for them to discover the bank accounts were empty. Their fury was palpable, their betrayal complete. They called the police, ready to report me missing, perhaps hoping for a convenient accident that would leave them as my sole heirs.

But the evidence I left behind turned their world upside down. I had compiled a detailed dossier of their plans, recordings of their conversations, and evidence of their neglect and abuse, all neatly presented to the authorities. The narrative they had crafted of a helpless old woman was dismantled piece by piece.