After Caring for My Mother in Law for Ten Years, I Was Given 48 Hours to Leave

because everything was digitized now. I packed carefully and without commentary, the way you pack when you are trying not to know yet how bad something is.

And I packed the envelope.

Margaret had pressed it into my hand three days before she died, during one of her clear windows, when the morphine had lifted enough for her eyes to focus and her grip continue reading …