Chapter 2

The video was taken from Mrs. Alvarez’s side window.

The angle showed our backyard door and part of the kitchen.

My mother stood near the sink, holding her cane.

Vanessa was in front of her.

Too close.

My wife’s voice came clearly through the open window.

“You don’t belong in my house.”

My mother’s voice was soft.

“This is Michael’s house too.”

Vanessa laughed.

“Michael believes whatever I tell him.”

Then she took my mother’s cane and leaned it against the far wall.

My mother reached for it.

Vanessa stepped in the way.

“No. Walk without it. You said you’re not helpless.”

I stopped the video.

My hands were shaking.

My mother whispered, “Michael…”

I looked at Vanessa.

She had gone pale.

“Give me your phone,” I said.

Her eyes sharpened.

“No.”

“Now.”

“You don’t get to order me.”

I held up my phone.

“Then I’ll let the police ask.”

Her face changed.

Not guilt.

Calculation.

That scared me more than tears would have.

She reached for the trash bag.

I stepped between her and my mother’s things.

“Don’t touch it.”

My mother sat slowly in a kitchen chair.

She looked exhausted.

Smaller than she had that morning when I called.

When she told me she was fine.

I turned to her.

“Mom, where have you been sleeping?”

Her eyes filled.

Vanessa snapped, “She exaggerates.”

I looked at my wife.

“One more word and you leave this room.”

Vanessa stared at me like she did not recognize me.

Maybe she didn’t.

Maybe I had been too easy to fool for too long.

My mother’s lips trembled.

“The closet,” she whispered.

The room tilted.

“How long?”

She looked down.

“When you work late.”

I closed my eyes.

“How long?”

“Three weeks.”

Three weeks.

Twenty-one nights.

I had slept beside Vanessa while my mother slept beside cleaning supplies.

Vanessa folded her arms.

“She snores. She wanders. She knocks things over.”

My mother whispered, “I was looking for my medicine.”

I turned toward the closet again.

The medication bottles were hidden behind bleach and detergent.

Blood pressure pills.

Arthritis medicine.

Heart medication.

I grabbed them and read the labels.

Some were full.

Too full.

“Have you been taking these?”

My mother started crying.

“Only when I could find them.”

I called 911.

Vanessa stepped toward me.

“Michael, don’t be ridiculous.”

I looked at her.

“My seventy-year-old mother was sleeping in a closet and missing heart medication.”

“She’s dramatic.”

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