being supportive. Lorraine called it my duty.
But waking me before dawn to manage medication he had never bothered to learn? Something inside me finally went quiet.
Daniel pointed toward the kitchen. “Her pills are in the blue organizer. Oatmeal, no sugar. And make coffee.”
I sat up slowly. “You woke me at 4:40 for this?”
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t make everything dramatic.”
Lorraine added, “A good wife would already be downstairs.”
I looked at both of them, remembering every birthday he had forgotten and every apology I
