My attorney had spotted the provision and advised me against signing.
The suspected planting now cast that paperwork in a disturbing light, although investigators still needed to establish Brittany’s intentions.
An hour later, Ethan arrived, pale and visibly shaken.
“Mom, Brittany called me. She said you were arrested!”
“No,” I answered. “I’ve been helping the police.”
He stared through the interview room window at his wife.
Then whispered, “She told me you’d started hiding things and forgetting conversations.”
Something inside my chest seemed to fracture.
“How long has she been saying that?”
“Since you refused to sell the lake house.”
Suddenly, everything made sense.
Brittany hadn’t merely intended to embarrass me.
She’d been creating a narrative portraying me as unreliable, unstable, and unable to safeguard my assets.
And my own son had almost accepted it.
Brittany emerged from questioning two hours later, furious.
“This is outrageous!” she shouted. “Your mother is manipulating everyone!”
