Some days I feel like we’re going to be okay. Like the evidence is clear and the system is going to work the way it’s supposed to and Dad is going to be able to stay on that land for whatever time he has left.

Other days I read something about how slowly elder fraud cases move, or I look at the listing screenshot I saved on my phone, and I feel this thing I don’t have a clean word for. Not quite rage. More like a cold, tired kind of disbelief.

I don’t know what’s going to happen to Wayne. I genuinely don’t. Part of me doesn’t want to think about it because thinking about it means thinking about what he is, and he’s also the person who gave a toast at my wedding and taught my son to bait a hook. People are complicated, I know that. But some things aren’t that complicated. Some things are just what they are.

I’ll let you know how it goes.