We froze when we found Mom sleeping on newspapers beneath a highway overpass. “What happened to your $450,000 house?”

from her. They had measured exactly how sick she was.

At two thirty, Kyle called me. Someone at the hospital had apparently told him Mom was safe.

“Well,” he said, sounding bored, “you found her.”

“You left her under a bridge.”

“Don’t be theatrical. She refused assisted living.”

Behind him, Vanessa laughed. Music played, and glasses clinked.

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