At 2:27 a.m., My Dad Called: “Your Sister-in-Law Beat Me with a Baseball Bat—But She Told Police I Attacked Her Because I’m Mentally Ill”

he said, his voice still rough.

“Yes, I did.”

He was quiet for a while. Then, in a voice so small it barely sounded like him, he started to talk.

It had started three weeks earlier, he said, small at first. Eric and Vanessa had begun stopping by more often, always with paperwork. A power of attorney form here, an updated beneficiary designation there.continue reading …