had almost forgotten existed.
My name is Natalie Harper. I was thirty-four then, and before becoming Vivian’s unpaid full-time caregiver, I ran the front office of a busy dental practice in Kettering, Ohio.
Four dentists.
Six hygienists.
Insurance claims.
Payroll.
Vendor invoices.
Scheduling problems.
Our accountant once joked that I could spot a seven-dollar discrepancy buried inside six months of numbers before lunch.
That mattered.
Because I had never been careless by nature.
But exhaustion can make careful people miss things.
Especially when someone they love keeps saying, Don’t worry.
