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

toward Dad with thinly veiled blame. “Not because of you. It’s just… this situation isn’t what I agreed to when I got married.”

Dad’s face folded in on itself. Like a paper being crumpled.

“I can go,” he whispered.

I snapped my eyes to Mark.

“Stop,” I said. “Stop doing that.”

Mark held his hands up, innocent.

“Doing what?” he asked. “Speaking the truth?”

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