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He tossed it onto the table between us. It landed with a heavy thud.
“Read it,” he whispered.
I opened the notebook. It was a care log.
October 12th: Mom didn’t sleep again. She screamed for six hours straight, calling for Michael. She doesn’t remember who I am. Had to change her sheets and clothes five times tonight. She bit my arm when I tried to wash her. I’m bleeding, but I can’t leave her alone to go to Urgent Care.
November 3rd: The money Michael sent covered the mortgage, but not the new heart meds. Insurance denied the claim again. I sold my truck today to pay for the pharmacy. I’ll walk to the grocery store from now on.
