An Ambulance Took My Mother to the Hospital—When I Returned for Her Medical Folder, I Found My Mother-in-Law Moving Into Her Apartment

“You don’t know what could happen while the apartment is empty.”

“It’s been seventy-two hours.”

“What if Lucia needs surgery?”

“She probably does.”

“What if she can’t come home for weeks?”

“Then it remains her apartment for weeks.”

Ophelia looked toward the closet.

I followed her gaze.