At 2:27 a.m., my dad called from the police station. #4

I looked at him.

“He was diagnosed?”

Daniel hesitated.

“Well… not officially.”

“Then who told you he has dementia?”

Chloe jumped in.

“We live with him! We see how confused he gets.”

I watched her carefully.

Five minutes earlier she had been hysterical.

Now she was calculating every word.