I Returned For Thanksgiving To Find My Parents Gone—And My Father Waiting

be back Monday morning. Just keep him comfortable until then. Give him some more morphine or whatever. You’re a medic—you know what to do.”

“I can’t give him morphine, Brady,” I said, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Because your mother filled the prescription bottle with tap water.”

There was a beat of silence on their end.

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