When the Lights Go Out, the Vows Get Tested in the Dark

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“How often does she fall?”

“How do you manage her medications?”

“Do you have help?”

I answered honestly, because lying is what guilty people do, and I wasn’t guilty of anything except being tired.

“She falls less since I put the mats down,” I said. “I organize the pills in weekly boxes. And no—there’s not much help. The kids live out of state.”

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