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

want her to lose her husband,” he said quietly, staring down at the table. “I don’t want her to be alone.”

Mark exhaled as if my father was finally being “reasonable.”

I felt something hot rise in my throat.

I looked at Dad.

“Dad,” I said, “you are not the price for anyone’s happiness.”

Then I looked at Mark.

“And you,” I said, “do not get to set a ransom continue reading …