When Theodore Sloan, the lawyer my late husband Walter had trusted for years, arrived at my home carrying a folder, Bianca immediately became nervous and Kevin turned pale. Since they expected me to sign documents that morning, I wanted everything handled openly. Theodore insisted on reading every page aloud before I signed anything. The papers revealed exactly what I feared: a power of attorney giving Kevin control over my finances, an agreement to list my house at an extremely low price, and admission paperwork for a care facility I had never agreed to enter…. Continue Reading 🔽
