I didn’t hesitate. I explained my mother’s condition and what my siblings had shared.
“I don’t think she’s been evaluated properly or that her condition is being tracked. I’m here for a second opinion.”
He leaned back slightly.
“I would like to run more tests,” he said. “And review her current medications and charts. Bring her in. We’ll take a closer look.”
Relief washed over me. “Thank you.”
The next few days blurred together.
Linda listed the house. Showings began almost immediately. People walked through rooms that still held pieces of our childhood.
I packed boxes while my mother rested.
We talked more than we ever had before.
It felt strange—but not in a bad way.
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