dementia for six years.”

His hands stopped.

Diane looked down.

“I coordinated her appointments. Medication. Home care. Insurance. Everything.”

Marco resumed typing.

“Keep going.”

She did.

Contractors.

School events.

Fundraisers.

Medical forms.

Bills.

One crisis after another.

Ten minutes later, Marco turned his laptop toward her.

Diane stared at the screen.

“That’s… continue reading …