a bathroom she had to climb stairs. To stand from the air mattress she had to push herself up from nearly floor level. Gabriel had not simply exchanged one sleeping place for another. He had removed every small accommodation that made her treatment more manageable.
I stood there feeling something inside me go cold.
Mom stirred and opened her eyes.
“Sara?”
“I’m here.”
“You came home early.”
“Yes.”
Then, immediately, she said, “I’m sorry I’m down here.”
Of course she apologized.
“Gabriel said they needed the room. I didn’t want
