“I think he wanted you declared unstable.”
I read further.
There were notes about asset protection.
Medical evaluation.
Emergency board authority.
A proposed statement expressing Ethan’s “deep concern” for my health.
The room grew smaller.
The air thinner.
All those months he had told me to rest.
All those times he suggested I was overwhelmed.
All those concerned looks in public.
He had been building a cage and calling it care.
I set the papers down with careful precision.
“Tomorrow,” I said. “He expects me to sign.”
Grace nodded. “What will you do?”
