me to give you the dress after he died.”
“That’s all?”
“No.”
“He wanted me to give you the dress after he died.”
His eyes filled.
“He wanted me to turn down my new job, move back here after he was gone, and make sure you didn’t spend the rest of your life caring for everyone except yourself.”
I stared at him.
“He asked you to give up your move?”
“He wanted me to turn down my new job.”
“He asked me to become your new supervisor. Call every day. Make sure you ate. Choose where you traveled. Decide when you’d helped other people enough.”
My knees hit the carpet before I realized I’d moved.
Daniel dropped beside me.
“That’s why we fought, Mom.”
My knees hit the carpet before I realized I’d moved.
“He told me you were going to tell everybody you were fine,” he added. “That you’d
