“Because an official diagnosis on file would give creditors grounds to challenge his mental capacity,” David said.

“They could argue he was unfit to sign property deeds.”

I sat back in the heavy chair, my fingertips resting on the cold paper.

I remembered hot August mornings in our kitchen when Greg dropped two ceramic coffee mugs in a single week.

I remembered him slamming his palm against the counter when a fork slipped from his fingers, shouting over a plate of cold scrambled eggs.

He had not been angry about the eggs.