My doctor.
My lawyer.
My brother.
My husband.
A perfect circle of betrayal.
Grace reached for another envelope.
“There is more.”
I looked at her sharply.
“Grace.”
She swallowed.
“I found these in the trash last month. They were shredded, but I put them together.”
She unfolded several taped pieces of paper.
At first, the words blurred.
Then one phrase became clear.
Temporary guardianship in event of mental incapacity.
My hand went numb.
“What is this?”
Grace’s voice shook.
