Where did you get that ring

they abandoned you, did they ask you to sign anything?”

I remembered the kitchen table. Diane’s laptop. Robert’s thick finger tapping the page. Caleb standing near the sink.

“It was a document saying I agreed to move into a senior living facility and authorize the sale of the house.”

“Did you sign?”

“No.”

Margaret smiled faintly. “Good.”

“I wanted to,” I continue reading …