Until one afternoon, when Andrew left town for a three-day business trip.
On the second day, Clara’s phone buzzed.
“Mrs. Mitchell, I’m so sorry,” the message read. “I was in a motorcycle accident. I’m in the hospital. I won’t be able to come today or tomorrow.”
Clara’s heart dropped.
She hurried down the hallway and opened her father-in-law’s door.
The smell hit her immediately.
Robert lay there, uncomfortable, clearly distressed. His eyes locked onto hers, filled with quiet desperation.
“Oh my God…” Clara whispered, tears forming. “I can’t leave him like this.”
She knew Andrew would be furious. But she couldn’t walk away.
Moving slowly, she approached him.
“It’s okay,” she murmured. “You’re not alone. I’m here.”
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