”

“Janet,” Charlie warned.

But the damage was already done.

Sixty-nine years.

I had raised children with Walter.

Sat beside him through surgeries.

Nursed him through illnesses.

Buried his parents with him.

Held his hand during four months of hospice.

And now our daughter was asking what I had done to make him punish me.

Even I didn’t understand it.

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