“Where are you going?”
She took his hand.
“With you.”
His face changed instantly.
For a moment, he couldn’t speak.
Then his eyes filled with tears.
“You know?”
Mom nodded.
“And you don’t have to make excuses anymore.”
That night, Mark walked into the care center with Mom beside him.
Emma came too.
And for the first time in years, when Sunday visiting hours ended, Mark didn’t walk out alone.
