I Swapped Cake Plates at My Own Party. The Next Morning, I Found His Name on a Power of Attorney

said, “I need to talk to you about a power of attorney I signed,” he hadn’t hesitated. “Come in at ten. Bring the document.”

The waiting room smelled of coffee and printer ink. Scott stood in the doorway. “Susan? Come on back.”

I followed him to a small conference room and put the folder down between us. “This is what I signed three years ago. I didn’t continue reading …