I GOT SERIOUSLY ILL OUT OF NOWHERE

No complaints.

But now something feels off.

I limp to the kitchen, leaning against the wall as I go. The fridge hums softly, but the counter is bare. The dish rack is empty. The garbage can is overflowing with takeout containers I don’t recognize. Chinese, Indian, burgers. Not the kind of food my daughter-in-law brought.

I open a cabinet. Half of my continue reading …