4. A Mother’s Choice
That night, sleep wouldn’t come. Memories of fear and silence clawed at me. I couldn’t let history repeat itself.
The next morning, I called them both.
“Daniel,” I said evenly, “I’ve decided to move to an assisted living home. It’ll be better for everyone.”
He frowned. “Are you sure, Mom?”
“Yes, son. It’s time.”
Olivia stood speechless, tears falling. I hugged her tightly and whispered, “Don’t be afraid, sweetheart. I know everything.”
