My name.
Not Brian’s.
Not Melissa’s.
Mine.
I opened the attachment.
The first page was a glossy brochure for a private assisted living placement service.
The second page was a contract.
The third page took the air out of my lungs.
Melissa had completed an intake form for me.
Medical needs: declining memory, confusion, increased dependency.
Behavioral concerns: stubbornness, paranoia, emotional instability.
Financial decision-maker: Brian Bennett, son.
Preferred transition date: within sixty days.
I read that last line again.
Within sixty days.
They were planning to remove me from my own home.
Not eventually.
Soon.
