I was wrong.

That night I discovered Evelyn had been documenting my mother’s behavior for nearly three years.

And the deeper I went into those notes, the more I realized that the scene I had walked into was not the beginning.

It was simply the first time I had been forced to see what had already been happening inside my own home.

PART 2 — THREE YEARS OF NOTES

We went to a medical clinic that evening.

I did not want to take chances.