PART4

I waited.

After a minute, a familiar older voice came through the telephone.

“Peggy?”

I nearly dropped the receiver.

“Harold?”

“My goodness. Peggy Larson. I haven’t heard your voice in years. How are you doing?”

I looked toward my walker.

“Well, Harold, I have a broken hip, a missing car, and a son who seems to think everything I own belongs to him.”

The man sighed.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

Then I told him about the letter.

The moment I mentioned the documents Walt had hidden, his voice changed.

“Peggy, do you still have the envelope?”

“Yes.”

“Does it mention my name?”

“Yes.”

There was another pause.

Then he said something I wasn’t expecting.

“Peggy, I think you should come to my office as soon as you’re physically able. Your husband left something important with me. Something he specifically instructed me to discuss with you if you ever contacted me about the hidden money.”

I gripped the telephone.

“What is it?”

“I’d rather explain it in person. But before we meet, I need to ask you one question.”

“What?”

“Has anyone recently asked you to sign documents giving them control over your house, bank accounts, or personal property?”

I looked toward the kitchen window.

“No.”

“Good. Please keep it that way until we speak.”

My throat went dry.

“Harold, why?”

His voice became serious.

“Because Walter was concerned that someone might eventually try to take advantage of your age and your financial situation.”

I couldn’t speak.

Then Harold added:

“And Peggy, there’s something else. The documents Walt left with me are connected to a property transaction from many years ago. If everything is still as he arranged it, you may have considerably more protection than you realize.”

I stared at the telephone.

“What property transaction?”

But before he could answer, someone began pounding on my front door.

Three hard knocks.

Then a familiar voice.

“Mom! Open the door!”

Kevin.

Daniel stood up immediately.

I looked at the clock.

It hadn’t even been an hour.

“Mom! I know you’re in there!”

I slowly placed the telephone receiver against my ear again.

Harold was still speaking.

“Peggy? Are you there?”

“Yes.”

“What’s happening?”

“My son is here.”

Harold’s voice became firm.

“Do not sign anything. Do not give him the money. And if you feel threatened, call the police.”

Another loud knock shook the door.

“Mom! I know that guy brought you something! Open up!”

I looked at Daniel.

He quietly walked toward the front window and glanced outside.

Then he turned back to me.

“There’s another person with him.”

My heart sank.

“Who?”

“I don’t know. A woman. She’s holding a folder.”

I slowly stood up with my walker.

Kevin knocked again.

“Mom, we need to talk. This is important!”

I knew that voice.

It was the same voice he had used when he was twelve and wanted money for a bicycle.

The same voice he had used when he was thirty and needed help paying his rent.

But this time, something was different.

He sounded frightened.

Not angry.

Frightened.

I moved toward the door, but Daniel gently raised his hand.

“Maybe let me see what they want first.”

I nodded.

He opened the door only a few inches, keeping the security chain attached.

Kevin was standing outside.

His face was red, and his hair was messy.

Beside him stood a woman in a gray business suit, holding a thick folder against her chest.

“Where is my mother?” Kevin demanded.

Daniel didn’t move.

“She’s inside.”

Kevin tried to look past him.

“Move. I need to speak with her.”

“She can speak to you when she’s ready.”

Kevin’s eyes narrowed.

“Who do you think you are?”

“The man who bought the car you sold.”

For a moment, Kevin said nothing.

Then he looked over Daniel’s shoulder.

“Mom! I know you have the money! I need you to listen to me!”

I stepped forward until I could see him clearly.

“Kevin, why did you sell my car?”

He looked irritated.

“Mom, we already discussed this.”

“No. You discussed it. I asked where my money was, and you told me you spent it.”

“I had bills.”

“You sold my car without permission.”

“Because you can’t drive anymore!”

I stared at him.

“That is not your decision.”

He rubbed his forehead.

“Mom, please. Not in front of these people.”

I almost laughed.

He was embarrassed.

Not ashamed of stealing from his mother.

Embarrassed that someone else knew.

The woman beside him finally spoke.

“Mrs. Larson? My name is Melissa Grant. I’m here because Kevin asked me to help with some family paperwork.”

“What paperwork?”

She opened her folder.

“Your son explained that you’ve recently experienced a serious medical event and that the family is concerned about your ability to manage your financial affairs.”

I looked directly at Kevin.

“What have you told her?”

He avoided my eyes.

Melissa continued.

“There’s a document that would allow a trusted family member to assist with certain decisions.”

I shook my head.

“I don’t need anyone to make my decisions for me.”

Kevin sighed.

“Mom, you’re seventy-nine. You broke your hip. You live alone. What happens if you fall again?”

“I’ll call for help.”

“And what about your money? Your house? Your bills?”

“My money is mine. My house is mine. And my bills are my responsibility.”

His expression changed.

For the first time, I saw something behind his frustration.

Fear.

Then he made a mistake.

A very big mistake.

“Mom, you don’t understand. That money in the car wasn’t supposed to be there.”

The entire porch went silent.

Daniel slowly turned his head toward him.

Melissa looked confused.

I felt my heart pounding.

“What money?” I asked.

Kevin froze.

He knew immediately that he had said too much.

I took one step closer.

“Kevin, how did you know there was money in the car?”

He opened his mouth.

But no words came out.

And then the woman holding the folder slowly lowered it.

She looked at Kevin.

Then she looked at me.

CONTINUE FOR NEXT PART5…