Later that afternoon, she walked into a local firm and asked to see a lawyer—someone new. She told him everything. The headache. The grief. The signatures. The trust. The lawyer reviewed the documents silently, then looked at her gently. “I’m sorry,” he said. “But you signed them willingly.”
Gwen swallowed hard. “Even if I wasn’t well?” He nodded slowly. “You were lucid. And the paperwork is airtight. This would be very difficult to undo and even if you try, you might rack up a lot in legal fees without even getting your assets back.” Gwen sat back in the chair. Her body felt hollow. Her mind wouldn’t stop spinning.