“It was family money,” she said.
Aunt Nina’s attorney, Daniel Cho, placed a slim black case on the desk.
“No,” he replied.
“It was Owen’s money.”
Daniel had handled my aunt’s legal affairs for nearly fifteen years.
He was not dramatic.
He did not raise his voice or offer opinions.
That made the way he looked at my mother more frightening than anger would have been.
He removed two documents from the case.
The first was the old limited power of attorney I had signed when Dad underwent emergency spinal surgery.
At twenty, exhausted and frightened, I had authorized my mother to handle several insurance and household matters while I worked extra shifts.
The second document revoked that authority six months later.
Daniel placed them side by side.
“The document you submitted to the trust company expired six years ago,” he said.
“The revocation was recorded with the county and acknowledged by your signature.”
