Not senility.

Not an old woman making a fuss over a shower to get attention.

A wound from the single bravest act a person can commit, guarded in total silence for forty years, all through the raising of him.

And for three years he had scolded her over the phone for making a scene.

Colton dropped into the empty visitor’s chair and put his face in his hands.

“I had no idea,” he said.