Dignity Isn’t a Countdown: When “Safety” Starts Feeling Like Control

“That is not the same thing as being alone.”

Michael rubbed his forehead. “Mom, please. Denise is just worried.”

Denise nodded quickly, like worry was a badge that should win her the conversation.

“I wake up in the middle of the night,” she said. “I think about you. I picture you slipping in the bathroom and nobody finding you. And then I feel sick.”

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