He Told Me to Choose Him or My Dementia-Stricken Father—So I Did

right now,” I said.

He smiled again, that polished smile that had once fooled me.

“You don’t have to sign today,” he said. “I’m just showing you what it looks like when we do this the right way.”

Dad’s hands started trembling again.

“Separation?” he repeated, like the word was a foreign language. “Because of me?”

“No,” Mark said quickly, but his eyes slid continue reading …