My Parents Left Grandma at a Nursing Facility—Then a Brown Suitcase Led Us to the Deed Recorded in My Father’s Name

Patricia checked.

“No.”

I carried the suitcase to my Buick, opened the passenger door, and waited until Eleanor was seated before putting the medicine beside her.

The cracked dashboard vent rattled when I started the engine.

She reached over and pressed the loose plastic back into place.

“That never did fit properly.”

“No.

I keep meaning to fix it.”