CHAPTER 14
MIAI walked into the Orangegate Assisted Living foyer to a smiling Susan.
“Your mother is in therapy right now. She just started her session and probably won’t finish for another half hour.”
After nodding my head, I walked to Mom’s room and sat in one of her spare seats. My knees bounced as I waited for the minutes to go by. This place kind of creeped me out. I had spent too many nights in the hospital, feeling so overwhelmed and anxious, for me to ever really like a place like this. So, I decided to pass the time by cleaning up.
I organized Mom’s feminine products, put a new bar of soap in the shower—not that she could use it by herself—wiped down the counters, and finally grabbed the bedsheets to make the bed. But when I saw the dark stains in the middle of the sheets, I s
