The following day, I went back to the bank for my appointment. The advisor met me in a small office, the walls lined with certificates and a solitary plant on the windowsill. She presented more documents, each one a thread in the tangled web I was trying to unravel.

“You see,” she explained, pointing to a chart, “these withdrawals are regular and substantial.” She paused, looking at me with a mix of professionalism and pity. “It’s unusual unless there’s a clear reason.” I nodded, absorbing the information, my mind a whirl of questions and suspicions.

As I left the bank, I mulled over my next steps. Confrontation felt inevitable, yet I dreaded the potential fallout. I decided to consult a financial advisor, someone outside the family who could offer an unbiased perspective.

Later that afternoon, I made the call, setting up a meeting for the end of the week. I spent the interim days gathering more information, piecing together a coherent narrative from the fragmented evidence.

Finally, the day of the meeting arrived. I sat in the advisor’s office, a sleek, modern space that exuded efficiency. After laying out the situation, I handed over the documents, watching as they methodically reviewed each page.

“This is quite a situation,” the advisor remarked, their brow furrowing slightly. “We’ll need to look into any legal ramifications, especially concerning power of attorney.” I appreciated their candor, though it made the reality of the situation even more daunting.

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