“My Daughter Tried to Send Me to a Nursing Home—But She Didn’t Know I Still Owned Everything.”

“Yes.”

“My God,” he said softly. “I wondered if you’d ever call.”

“You remember me?”

“I remember every person who asks me to safeguard a secret that serious.” His voice grew more focused. “Tell me one thing first—do you still have the envelope?”

“Yes.”

“Is it sealed?”

“It is.”

“Good,” he said. “Then whatever situation you’re in, we can still fix it.”

I swallowed.

“My daughter is trying to put me out of my own home.”