Then he asked Victor a simple question.
“Do you believe your wife knowingly put you at serious risk?”
Victor looked toward me.
“Yes.”
Mom called seventeen times while we sat in the hospital.
On the eighteenth call, I answered.
“Jenna,” she snapped. “You have no idea what you’ve done.”
I looked through the glass at Victor resting beneath warm blankets.
“I think I’m finally beginning to.”
By the next morning, authorities had searched Victor’s house.
They found the unplugged router.
The missing SIM card.
The walker.
And two sets of financial documents.
One set appeared legitimate.
The other didn’t.
The questionable paperwork would have made Linda successor trustee if Victor were formally declared unable to manage his finances.
Investigators also found draft letters supposedly written by Victor, describing memory problems after surgery and asking Linda to take control of certain business matters.
Victor denied writing any of them.
Then investigators discovered something even more personal.
Grant wasn’t simply Victor’s private nurse.
He and my mother had been having an affair.
