She resisted Tom’s advice for two weeks. She kept thinking: “This is my sister. We grew up in the same house. Our mother just died. Surely one honest conversation could still fix this.” She went over and over the same ground, the way you press a bruise repeatedly, because you need to confirm it’s still there.
She called Sherry Okafor, an attorney, finally, framing it to herself as information gathering, nothing confrontational. Sherry had a calm, unhurried manner that Sarah found both reassuring and faintly unnerving. She reviewed everything and said very little. She asked Sarah to come back on Thursday. Sarah went home and barely slept.