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

on my love.”

Mark’s eyes went cold.

“So that’s it,” he said. “You’re choosing him.”

I didn’t hesitate.

“I chose him the day I brought him home,” I said. “I just didn’t realize that would reveal who you really are.”

Dad made a small sound—almost a sob—and covered his mouth.

Mark stared at him, annoyed now. No patience left for emotions that weren’t his.

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