said.
Then his voice dropped lower.
“And I know your children have been asking questions about your finances.”
My stomach clenched.
“What kind of questions?”
Malcolm opened the folder. But he didn’t hand me anything yet.
“Three weeks ago,” he said, “David met with an attorney. A man named Bradley Voss. He has an office in Bellevue. He specializes in elder law.”
Cold dread overcame me.
“Two weeks ago, Sarah toured three assisted-living facilities. One in Lynnwood, one in Shoreline, one in Everett. She told them she was looking for