My son won the lottery, kicked me out of the house, and said: “You’re worthless! Go live in a nursing home.” I wandered aimlessly to clear my mind. When I sat down on a bench, a homeless man walked up to me, smiled, and said: “You look just like my late wife…”

“What’s the bad news?” Blaine asked.

“The bad news is that after 15 years, the statute of limitations has expired on some of these crimes, and proving what happened is going to be challenging, especially since Richard had time to cover his tracks and legitimize his ownership of your assets.”

My heart sank. “So, there’s nothing we can do.”

“I didn’t say that,” Sarah replied with a slight smile. “The statute of limitations doesn’t apply to ongoing fraud. And if Richard is still actively benefiting from stolen assets, we can argue that the fraud is continuing. Plus, elder abuse has longer limitation periods, and the emotional trauma you’ve both suffered could qualify.”

She spent the next hour taking detailed notes about our story, asking for specific dates, names, and documents. I was amazed by how much Blaine remembered despite the drinking and depression. Apparently, grief had burned certain details into his memory with perfect clarity.Plan Gardens