“If I refused, they were going to move forward with the facility.”
“You could have told me.”
“They threatened to stop me from seeing her.”
“She was an adult.”
“They controlled her trust. Her transportation. Her appointments. Her access to legal advice. They had spent years convincing everyone that Rosie could not make major decisions without them.”
My hands began shaking.
“I signed because it bought us time.”
Ben wiped his face.
“I used their agreement to get access to the legal documents. Then I helped Rosie obtain an independent capacity evaluation and her own attorney.”
I looked at him.
“Rosie knew?”
“Not at first.”
The answer reignited my anger.
“You lied to her.”
“For one year.”
His voice broke.
“And I hated myself every day.”
“She cried.”
Ben smiled faintly through his tears.
“Then she yelled at me for almost an hour.”
Despite everything, that sounded exactly like my sister.
