Sarah’s mother had insisted on being added as a backup trustee, claiming it was for tax reasons.
The current balances printed at the bottom of each statement made my stomach twist.
Julie’s account: four hundred and twelve dollars.
Joyce’s: three hundred and sixty.
Joan’s: under three hundred.
Jeremy’s: empty.
Each account had been drained slowly over six years through small withdrawals.
Every withdrawal had been signed by the same person.
HER.