I was in the hallway when the front door opened.
Alyssa’s hand hovered near Mom’s elbow, and Mom’s eyes were red and puffy. Not just tired. She looked shaken.
“That walk tired me out,” Mom murmured and headed straight for her room.
Her hand was trembling on her walker.
Alyssa gave me a quick smile.
“She did well,” she said. “We took it slow.”
“Mm,” I answered, because I didn’t trust my voice.
A few weeks earlier, we’d installed one of those video doorbells for Mom. Motion-activated, picks up audio too.
It was mostly for my peace of mind while I was at school—who’s coming and going, when packages get dropped off, that sort of thing.
That night, once Mark went to bed, I sat at our dining table with a mug of tea and opened the app.
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