I Was 73 When I Moved In With My Son — But What I Discovered in the Middle of the Night Changed Everything – Page 4

At breakfast, I tried to steady my voice. “Olivia, dear, what happened to your hand?”

She hesitated before answering. “I bumped into the door, Mom. It’s nothing.”

Daniel came in then, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “See, Mom? My wife’s clumsy,” he said, forcing a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Olivia smiled too, but her eyes were full of fear — the same look I used to wear.

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