for everything he couldn’t plan.”
That afternoon, I called the home-health agency.
The coordinator, Diane, asked about David’s condition.
For once, I answered every question honestly.
How often he needed help.
What I was doing alone.
How little I slept.
How exhausted I was.
She didn’t judge me.
She simply listened.
Then she said,
“We can start Monday.”
That left me two days to tell David.
That evening, Karen stayed after dinner.
I sat beside David on the bed.
“I found the letter.”
He looked at me.
Then, after a
