Diane completely lost control. She screamed insults, knocked over a crystal vase, and threatened lawsuits while security dragged her from the room. For one brief moment, I thought the nightmare had finally ended.

Two days later, legal papers arrived at my apartment.

Diane and Richard sued me for “elder abuse” and demanded Grandma’s assets be frozen immediately. That night Diane called me personally, hissing through the phone, “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be homeless.”

But when I brought the lawsuit to Mr. Garrett, he smiled slowly. “They took the bait,” he said. “Your grandmother and I have been preparing for this for six months-