Last month, while Dad was still in treatment at the clinic, he had insisted on taking two independent medical capacity tests.

He never told Julian about those two formal evaluations, and he never explained to me why he needed two separate doctors to confirm his sanity in writing.

I still didn’t know why Dad had insisted on taking two independent capacity tests while he was in treatment.

He had kept those evaluation records locked away, out of Julian’s sight and away from Serena’s questions.

I lowered the stained handkerchief two inches from my chin and looked past Serena at the growing circle of relatives.