He turned back to me.
“Mom, I heard how she talked about you with her friends. How she made fun of you, how she planned… God.”
He ran his hands over his face.
“How she planned to convince me to send you to a nursing home when you were no longer useful.”
Emily sobbed.
“No, I didn’t mean it. It was just… it was frustration.”
“You didn’t mean it?”
Daniel’s voice rose.
“There’s a recording from October where you tell your sister—and I quote—‘As soon as the old woman gets sick or starts with dementia, we’ll send her to a cheap nursing home and keep the whole house.’ You didn’t mean that either.”
Emily’s face crumpled.
Megan, smelling blood in the water, took out her laptop.
“Would you like to listen to the recordings here in the presence of the notary? I have certified copies.”
