A Suitcase of Promises: How I Sold My Father’s Hope for Peace

on someone who can’t hold it.”

That word again: cruel.

“But sometimes,” she added, “we also don’t feed a delusion if it’s hurting them.”

My throat tightened. “Was it hurting him?”

The nurse leaned back. “David… can I be honest?”

I nodded because I didn’t deserve comfort.

“There were days,” she said, “when he was calm. He’d sit by the window and talk about continue reading …