My son told a lawyer I was “basically already gone”—then he reached for my home like it was already his, and I let him believe it for one more day.
He said I was basically already gone. I heard it before I even stepped fully into the room, and for a moment, I honestly thought he was talking about someone else—an elderly patient, perhaps, or one of those cases lawyers whisper about with rehearsed sympathy. But then he said my name. My name spoken as…