Chapter 9 Signing Away His Access
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Ava's POV cont.
First things first.
The revocation of Rowan's POA's and the new POA's need to be signed and filed. I need proof of their affair, my assets protected, and I need the divorce finalized. And I need my sight restored in secret. Not only to make the following months easier, but so that I can see the look on their faces when their world comes crumbling down around them.
The paperwork to set my plans in motion just came through the door of my hospital room in the capable hands of Mia Carter. She announced her presence as she walked into my room.
"Ava, sorry we took so long. I wanted to run to my car to get a signature guide, an ink pad, and the video recorder. Both Allison and Simon are with me," she advised.
I had previously met both Allison and Simon at a function hosted by Mia's company, which I attended as her guest. "Hey Allison, Simon, thank you both for responding so promptly. I can't tell you how much I appreciate it."
"Happy to help in any way we can," Simon responded, and Allison quickly agreed. "I'm just sorry it's under such difficult circumstances. I also want to express my condolences regarding the death of your parents. If you find you need the services of a grief counselor, let Mia or me know. You are dealing with a lot right now, and you know our firm will do everything we can to help."
"Thank you, Simon," I choked out. His words reminded me yet again, that Mom and Dad were gone. Had been gone three years in my original timeline. Though I had previously lived through the grief of losing them, I still missed them desperately and my emotion was real. It didn't matter what timeline I was in, I would always feel that grief in the very center of my being.
"I can't talk about that, or even think about that right now, or I'll start crying and never stop. It's best if we just deal with this paperwork today. But thank you for your kind words. I do appreciate them," I responded, my voice filled with anguish.
Mia squeezed my hand, then got down to business. "I need to read each document to you before having you sign," she advised. "Simon, can you please video the whole process? We want irrefutable proof that legal procedures were followed correctly."
She began reading. The documents revoking Rowan's POA were fairly short and to the point, otherwise we would have been here for hours. The documents designating Mia as my POA were long, involved, and very dry. Honestly, how does she not fall asleep reading this stuff? I had to pinch myself several times to keep from dozing off!
After reading each document, she positioned the signature guide over the appropriate area on the paperwork. She then placed the pen in one of my hands, while I used the other hand to locate the cutout area of the guide. With sure pen strokes, I signed each set of documents. As a precaution, Mia pressed my thumb on the ink pad then onto the documents beside each of my signatures.
Mia advised as Allison, Simon, and herself signed each set. The soft thud of her barrister and solicitor's stamp was the sound that had me smiling to myself.
Signed, sealed, and soon to be delivered. Step one was complete.
My doctor, along with Natalie Perkins, chose that moment to enter the room. Mia took the opportunity to show them the appropriate documents. They would know that from this moment on, no one speck of my medical undo could be released to Rowan, or anyone else without my express permission.
"Ava, I am going to take the revocation of Rowan's medical POA, as well as the new one appointing me, to the hospital's legal department. I will also ensure a certified copy is on file with your family doctor, your bank and your father's company as of today. I'll be back in a few hours to keep you company. We have a lot to talk about."
I nodded my head in agreement, bidding Mia, Allison and Simon farewell. Time to talk to the doctor. I needed information, and he was the best one to answer my questions. However, those questions had to wait until the doctor completed an examination to assess my condition.
He checked my motor skills, asked his own questions to gauge my mental alertness, took my blood pressure, then had Natalie remove the bandages from my eyes.
"Don't try to open your eyes yet, Ms. Sinclair," apparently Natalie had already informed him of my wish to be addressed by my maiden name. "We need to gently cleanse the eye area, then administer eye drops that will help alleviate any dryness."
I followed his instructions, resisting the urge to try to open my eyes as soon as the last gauze dressing was removed. I simply lay still, allowing them to do what had to be done. In truth, the eyedrops did help with the itching.
When Dr. Saunders finally asked me to open my eyes, my mind flashed back to the same event, knowing I would have the same results. Not complete and total darkness, but a grey blur. I could tell the difference between light and dark, but that was it. I was legally blind.
In my last life? I had been filled with despair. Rowan had been away, refusing to return. Refusing to sign for the surgery, that would allow my sight to be restored.
This time, I was in charge of my fate. So I asked the question, already knowing the answer, but this time, I get to make the decision, not Rowan.
"Dr. Saunders, all I can see is a grey blur which tells me it's daytime, or the lights are on. Is this permanent, or can my sight be restored?"
". It doesn't have to be permanent. A cornea transplant, if successful, will restore your sight." His response was quick and sure. "Funny, you should wake up today and ask that question. Now that your husband has been removed as your medical POA and can't interfere, I may have good news for you."
"Good news?" I prompted. "I could use good news today."
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