The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

memory lapses, whatever. She pushes herself too hard. It wouldn’t be hard to make it look like she’s slipping.”

Footsteps approached. The recording ended.

I set the phone down very carefully. For a few seconds, the only sound was the hum of the refrigerator.

“Susan,” Donna said softly. “Say something.”

I swallowed. “They were going to manufacture a breakdown.continue reading …