“Aunt Margaret, please,” Chloe whispered.

“Listen to how that sounds.”

“She’s getting worse, Chloe.

We need to think about assisted living options,” Daniel said.

He pulled a folded linen handkerchief from his pocket and pressed it into my hand.

“Evelyn found a lovely place near the lake that specializes in early memory loss,” Daniel added.

Chloe looked at Daniel, her mouth slightly open, then looked back at my trembling fingers.

“Maybe a stay somewhere quiet would help you rest, Aunt Margaret,” Chloe said.