Being scrutinized for something you didn’t do had a particular quality she hadn’t anticipated. It wasn’t just the violation. It made her dissect her own ordinary life—replaying unremarkable moments, wondering how they’d look from outside, how they might be twisted. She started second-guessing memories she’d never questioned.
The attorney called with a smaller finding—a discrepancy in the probate court filing itself, a procedural irregularity in how the estate inventory had been submitted. It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t proof of anything yet. But Sherry said it was the kind of detail that didn’t happen by accident. Sarah noted it and said nothing to anyone.