If I can’t make it, I’ll tell you in ten minutes.”

He called back six minutes later.

The pharmacy had one prescription ready and another awaiting confirmation; we coordinated with Marian’s care team rather than guessing or missing a dose.

Lucas picked up the available medication on his way home.

After dinner, he apologized for snapping.

I thanked him for correcting it and told him I still felt shaken.

“I thought we’d gone backward,” I admitted.

“We did for a minute,” he said.