Chapter 3Friday
It was a beautiful day; the trees stood in red and yellow, and the air was crisp. If I’d been brave enough, I would’ve taken William to the lake we used to visit. I didn’t dare drive anymore, but I was sure I could’ve talked Ann into taking us there. For a brief second, I allowed myself to plan it—a blanket, a basket with coffee and something sweet for William, maybe something to read…We could sit there watching the birds fly by, the leaves falling to the ground, and talk about memories.
But William always became agitated when Ann came, and she tried to cope with being the forgotten daughter by telling us what to do and…No, it wouldn’t work. And what would we do if William tried to run away? He always talked about it.
The door to the nursing home opened, and I almost ran
