My parents told Grandma they were taking her out to lunch. Three hours later,

“He told me I was starting to become forgetful. He said I needed help handling the bills.” She stared out the window. “Then yesterday, I found this.”

“Did you confront him?”

“I did.”

“And?”

“He said the money was being used to pay for my care.”

I glanced toward the lone suitcase sitting in the back seat.

Grandma let out a humorless laugh.

“At lunch today, your mother told me we were stopping somewhere that had a garden. They walked me into that facility, finished none of the paperwork, and vanished.”

My phone buzzed. Dad.

Grandma reached over and turned it face down.

“Courthouse first,” she repeated. “Then the bank. Then there’s one more place.”

“What place?”

She looked directly into my eyes.

“My house.”

I swallowed hard. “Why?”

“Because if they’ve done what I think they’ve done, your parents didn’t just leave me there today.”