Some days I feel like I did the right thing by reporting it when I did. Other days I think about that power of attorney threat and I wonder if I should have called Debra first, talked to her privately, given her a chance to walk it back before it became official.

Maybe there was a version where she stopped and nothing had to blow up.

I don’t know. I genuinely don’t know. My mom called me this morning to tell me about the bird again. The one at the feeder. She seemed happy. I stayed on the phone with her for almost forty minutes just talking about nothing.

I’m not sure what comes next.