A folded legal notice shook in her hand.
“How could you?” she shouted.
“You are throwing your own mother out over a few phones?”
Clara startled in my arms.
Derek stepped between us.
Mom looked past him and saw Nina sitting at our dining table beside the sealed folder.
Her anger vanished.
“You opened that?” she whispered.
I placed Clara safely in her bassinet.
Then I sat down across from the woman who had treated my bank account like an inheritance and my silence like permission.
“You used my card while I was alone in the hospital,” I said.
“You opened accounts in my name.
“And you tried to borrow against a house that was never yours.”
Mom’s eyes flicked toward the door.
Nina opened the folder to page four.
