Page 5 — The Paper Trail That Backfired
They reported me.
Adult Protective Services showed up at my home with a clipboard and that polite, suspicious tone officials use when they think you’re a problem they need to manage.
“We received reports of erratic behavior and unpaid bills,” the woman said.
I didn’t argue.
I didn’t panic.
I sat her down at my kitchen table.
And I showed her the math.
The rent payments.
The transfers.
The “emergency” money.
