A few days later, my attorney was clear. « Lisa’s guardianship attempt is over. »
« And the trust? »
« Independent management. She can’t control it. »
« Good. »
Lisa would never control his safety or his money again.
Weeks later, Walter caught me searching the kitchen. « You’re doing it again. »
He held up my glasses. « Beside the toaster. »
« I knew that. »
« You checked the refrigerator. »
« I was looking for milk. »
« We don’t need milk. »
I grabbed the glasses. « Go get your backpack. »
He grinned. « One day you’ll lose me like you lose your glasses. »
I put them on and pulled him close. « No chance. »
His face came into perfect focus.
My eyesight had been bad for years, but what I’d failed to see had never been blurry.
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