caregiving counts,” she said, checking her manicure. “I worry about her constantly.”

I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted bl:ood.

Grandma had wet through her blanket twice that morning.

I had been awake since four.

Vanessa smelled of expensive perfume and rental-car air freshener.

“She had a hard night,” I said. “She asked for Grandpa three times.continue reading …