something that needed monitoring, evaluation, a cardiologist, and the steady presence of someone who could speak for her when she could not speak clearly for herself.My aunt was going to be all right.
I drove to the lake house on Sunday.
I want to tell you about that drive, not because the drive itself mattered, but because those were the last minutes of not knowing, the last stretch of an expectation that had not yet been broken by what I was about to see.
The lake road was the
