I Came Home With My Husband’s Suitcase—Then an 11:14 p.m. Call Revealed Who Would Answer When I Needed Help
A little later, Mom returned.
She asked whether answering the monitoring call would have changed anything.
“Maybe,” I said.
“I don’t want you to say no just to make me feel better.”
“I won’t.”
She nodded, and for once we let an uncertain answer remain uncertain.
She asked for copies of the complaints.
I separated duplicates from the originals and put them in another folder.