Every Evening, My Husband Tipped Two Drops From a Small Dark Glass Bottle Into My Tea

The top line of text on the exposed document was printed in bold, dark capital letters across the top of the thick cream page.

I reached out with two fingers, touching only the outer margin of the paper, and gently drew it out half an inch to read the title.

I pulled the crisp white sheet out from behind the divider with two fingers.

The top of the heavy paper bore a dark blue seal from the county probate court in Columbus.

The bold heading across the page read Application for Emergency Guardianship and Involuntary Medical Power of Attorney.

The blank spaces for the petitioner’s name and the subject’s name were empty, but a pink sticky note was attached to the top margin with a silver paperclip.