He sat with his wife’s photo, waiting for a son who had already boarded without him

“Elena, get back here. Now.”

I tightened my grip on Grandpa’s hand. “He doesn’t even know where he is! He needs care—professional care. You don’t know what you’re doing!”

Mom’s voice was rising, snapping with frustration. “I know exactly what I’m doing. I’m not leaving him like luggage in a waiting room.”

Dad finally spoke, his voice low and sharp. “You’re continue reading …