De advocaat wisselde een snelle blik met zijn collega’s.
“Mevrouw Whitmore, er zijn recent enkele ontwikkelingen geweest. Uw echtgenoot heeft in zijn laatste weken enkele wijzigingen in zijn testament aangebracht, waarbij hij zijn zorgen uitte over—”
« Stop it, » I interrupted, surprised by the determination in my voice. « What worries? »
Maisie finally looked at me, her eyes wide with what seemed to be genuine concern.
Mildred… Harold was concerned about your health. He mentioned several instances where you seemed confused and forgetful. He wanted to make sure the estate was handled properly.
Those words felt like a slap in my face.
Incidents? What incidents?
One of the other lawyers pushed a folder across the table.
« Ms. Whitmore, we have documentation of several occasions where family members have noted concerning behavior, such as memory loss, confusion about dates and names, and difficulty managing household finances. »
With trembling hands, I opened the folder.
Inside were what appeared to be medical reports, written statements and even photographs.
I held my breath when I recognized Maisie’s handwriting on one of the statements, dated just six weeks ago.
« Mildred became extremely upset when asked about the groceries, » I read aloud. « She couldn’t remember what she’d bought or how much money she’d spent. When Michael tried to help her organize her receipts, she accused him of trying to steal from her. »
My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold the paper.
« This is completely untrue. I never accused Michael of theft. »
« Mildred. » Maisie’s voice was soft, almost pitying. « You did say those things. We were all very worried about you. That’s why Harold decided he had to take action. »
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