Grandma’s Nurse Faked Her Dementia To Steal Everything, Not Knowing I Still Visited Her

The Legal Battle Begins

Lucille said I was staying here tonight, no arguments. She wasn’t letting me go back to that house where Roger could get to me.

She set me up in her guest bedroom with clean sheets and towels. I finally let myself cry—really cry.

All the fear from the past weeks came pouring out. The loneliness of nobody believing me, the terror of Roger’s threats, and the helplessness of watching grandmother disappear into that fog.

But now I wasn’t alone anymore. Lucille believed me and Clifford believed me.

We had evidence—real proof that Roger had been lying about everything. The next morning I woke up in Lucille’s guest room with sunlight coming through unfamiliar curtains.

For a second I forgot where I was. Then everything came back and my stomach twisted.

Clifford arrived before breakfast with a briefcase full of papers. He spread them across the kitchen table and explained that Roger got his guardianship and power of attorney based on fake medical evidence.

That meant we could challenge it in court. But we had to move fast.

Roger would try to destroy evidence or move grandmother somewhere we couldn’t find her once he realized I had proof. Clifford made three phone calls right there at the table.

First, to family court filing an emergency motion to suspend Roger’s guardianship and give Lucille temporary authority instead. Second, to Adult Protective Services reporting suspected elder abuse and fraud.

Third, to the state medical board about the doctor who diagnosed grandmother. He talked fast and took notes, and I just sat there watching it happen.

Real adults were taking real action because they believed me. By noon, Clifford had filed all the paperwork at the courthouse.

He came back and said we’d have a hearing within a few days. My phone rang that afternoon with an unknown number.

I almost didn’t answer, but Clifford nodded at me.

The Investigation Deepens

A woman’s voice introduced herself as Caroline Sumner from Adult Protective Services. She needed to take my statement about the suspected abuse.

Her voice was professional but not cold. She asked specific questions about grandmother’s lucid moments: when did they happen, how long did they last, and what did grandmother say?

She asked about Roger’s behavior toward me, the threats, and the controlling actions. I answered everything as clearly as I could.

Caroline said she was visiting the facility today to interview grandmother and observe her condition. She’d request access to grandmother’s current medication records, too.

After we hung up, Clifford looked satisfied. Things were moving.

That evening the house phone rang. Lucille answered and her face went tight.

She held the phone away from her ear, and I could hear Roger screaming from across the room. It was something about stolen property and calling the police.

Clifford took the phone calmly. He said Roger was now under investigation for elder abuse and fraud.

“Roger should retain legal counsel,” he said, then he hung up.

My hands were shaking, but Clifford looked completely calm like he’d done this a hundred times before. The next day Caroline called again.

She’d visited grandmother and noticed she seemed overly sedated. The facility administrator was reviewing grandmother’s file.

There were problems with her admission paperwork. The diagnosis came from a doctor who wasn’t grandmother’s regular physician, and that doctor had left the state.

Caroline’s voice had an edge to it now. She said the facility was cooperating fully with the investigation.

Two days later a different call came. Detective Galen McKenzie introduced himself.

He was handling the criminal investigation into Roger’s actions. He’d reviewed the evidence Clifford provided and wanted to meet with me.

His voice was steady and serious. He said he’d handled elder abuse cases before.

He treated me like a real witness instead of a confused teenager.

Searching the House

We met at the police station that afternoon. Galen was older with gray hair and tired eyes.

He asked me to walk through everything again from the beginning. He took notes and recorded our conversation.

He asked about the journal entries and prescription bottles, about Roger’s threats, and about Trevor’s behavior toward me. When I finished, he said they were obtaining a warrant to search Roger’s house and the garden shed.

The warrant came through the next morning. Galen called to tell me they’d found more journals.

They found financial documents showing Roger transferring grandmother’s money to accounts in his name. Additional prescription medications were hidden in the house.

Roger had been sloppy once he thought he’d won.

The Hearing

Four days after Clifford filed the emergency motion, we went to family court. The hearing room was smaller than I expected—wood paneling and fluorescent lights.

Roger sat at a table with his lawyer, looking furious. Trevor wasn’t there.

The judge was a woman in her 50s with sharp eyes. She reviewed the evidence while we waited.

Clifford presented Roger’s journal first, then the prescription bottles, then Caroline’s report from her facility visit. Roger’s lawyer argued that I was a troubled teen acting out due to grief.

He claimed that I’d stolen private property and fabricated evidence. But Clifford had Caroline’s observations and the facility administrator’s report about the irregular paperwork.

He had the pharmacist’s statement about the prescriptions and Detective Galen’s preliminary investigation findings. The judge’s face got darker as she read through everything.

She asked Roger’s lawyer to explain the journal entries. The lawyer fumbled and said they were taken out of context.

The judge asked what context would make sense of dosage schedules for medications not prescribed to the patient. Silence.

Then the judge called me to testify.