“I think you can risk your relationship,” Maureen said firmly. “Lisa is your blood.
She’s the only part left of your sister. You cannot run from the truth.”
What’s this about? I thought.
I couldn’t stand it anymore. I stepped into the room and asked, “What truth?”
Ethan and Maureen looked at me like they’d seen a ghost. “I’m tired,” Maureen announced abruptly, standing up.
“I need to go to bed.”
She hurried past me without answering my question. “Ethan,” I said, looking straight into his eyes. “Please tell me what’s going on.
What’s all this about?”
He sighed deeply, taking my hands in his. “Mom’s sick, Zara. Really sick.
She’s been hiding it from everyone, but her condition is deteriorating fast. The tremors in her hands, and the memory lapses we’ve noticed… it’s not just age.”
Suddenly, so many little moments clicked into place. Maureen’s shaking hands while teaching Lisa to sew her teddy bear’s sweater, the confusion when she couldn’t remember where she’d parked at the grocery store, and the way she sometimes paused mid-sentence, searching for words.
