I Thought Putting My Husband in a Nursing Home Was the Only Choice, Until I Found What He’d Been Keeping in His Nightstand

to tell me.”

I looked at him.

“Both.”

He nodded.

Then he said,

“I don’t want to go.”

I felt my chest tighten.

“I want to stay here.”

He looked around the room.

“I built this house.”

“I know.”

“But I don’t want to be the reason you disappear either.”

He paused.

“I watched Gerald do that to Patricia. I promised myself I would never let that happen to you.”

“The home-care agency starts Monday,” I said. “Karen arranged it with me.”

David glanced toward the kitchen where we could