Asking whether Eleanor had any visitors who might have a claim on her estate.”
The water glass went back to the table.
“That call was routine due diligence,” he said.
“It was made four days after Eleanor’s volunteer application — with my birthday on it — was accessed from the hospice’s administrative system.” I kept my voice level.
“Someone told you she had found me.
And you started preparing.”
He was quiet for three full seconds.
“You should talk to your lawyer,” he said finally.
“Not to me.”
“I am talking to you.” I leaned forward slightly.
“I’m talking to you because I want you to understand something before this goes any further.
Eleanor spent forty years looking for me.
She found me.
She spent two years sitting across from me twice a week, knowing who I was, choosing to let me know her as a person before any of this.” I held his gaze.
