Let’s set up a meeting with a lawyer,” Paula interjected, her voice dripping with false empathy. “We want to make sure everything is in order, just in case.”

I agreed, feigning a vulnerable gratitude. “Thank you, dear. I do get so confused these days.”

Days turned into weeks as I documented every slight, every cruel word whispered when they thought I wasn’t listening. I started carrying a small voice recorder, tucking it into my cardigan pocket.