Chapter Forty-Two
It was dark when Peter Thompson returned home from visiting his elderly mother in the Carrick Nursing Home. It had been another upsetting visit. She hadn’t remembered who he was and had kept asking for her husband, who had been dead for eleven years.
Peter wasn’t sure how many more visits he’d be able to sit through. He thought about what his sister had said about it all being a waste of time after she’d stopped going. He didn’t think he could do that. As far as he was concerned, it wasn’t right for someone stuck in a nursing home not to have any visitors, even if she didn’t remember who her visitors were.
He didn’t want to abandon his mother. After all, she hadn’t abandoned him when he’d been stuck in prison. She’d been his only visitor during those five long years of
