Page 5 — I Didn’t Wait To Be Declared “Incompetent.” I Went On Offense.
Here’s the thing Natalie didn’t factor in:
I didn’t survive forty-two years on this land by being passive.
I ran this farm through droughts, a recession, and my husband’s death.
I know what predators sound like when they think they’re alone.
So I stopped reacting — and started moving.
I drove to Charlottesville the next morning and knocked on Joanna Bradford’s door.
Not to gossip.
To warn her.
Because if they were going after her with a guardianship play…
then stopping it there was my only chance to stop it from reaching my doorstep next.
