“How are you dealing with it?” Garth asked an hour later.
“All right, I guess. But she needs me there to help take care of him.”
“I understand. Alzheimer’s is a horrible disease. I had a friend who developed it.” Garth shook his head. “I’ll be sorry to lose you, but given the circumstances, I totally understand.”
“Thank you. I can work tonight, if you want.”
“No. No. Go home, pack, do what you have to as far as letting your landlord know you’re leaving.” Garth chuckled. “And hope he doesn’t keep your security deposit.”
“He probably will, but that’s the breaks.”
Garth clapped a hand on my shoulder, told me to take care and keep in touch, and I left.
When I got back to my car—we’d picked it up from the garage on the way over—I asked Coop if Tanner, or anyone, had called him.
“Nope. N
