“Marco!”

He grinned.

“Good. Anger sounds more confident. Again.”

Diane glared at him.

Then something changed.

“I handled the household budget,” she said.

Marco started typing.

“I managed school schedules.”

More typing.

“My mother had dementia for six years.”

His hands stopped.

Diane looked down.

“I coordinated her appointments. Medication. Home care. Insurance.continue reading …

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