Laurel Dunaway
Journal Entry
I don’t know what possessed me to do it. I suppose it was natural, all things considered. On the way to see Dad today, exhausted and preoccupied, I made the instinctual mistake of turning left instead of right. It occurred naturally, the way it does when you start out driving to one place, but look up and realize you’ve ended up somewhere else altogether. I wound up at the office instead of the care home.
It felt strange pulling up in the parking lot. Something very simple, something I used to do on a daily basis, was suddenly foreign, as though it were a lifetime ago when being there made any sense.
James had been surprised to see me. He wasn’t the only one, in the end.
If only he’d had the balls to discuss the situation with me; then maybe it would have
