Three days into her new role as William's caregiver, Lucy was exhausted. The morning and evening routine alone took two hours. Helping him with exercises, managing medications, ensuring he ate properly despite his protests.
William, for his part, seemed determined to make everything as difficult as possible.
"You're doing it wrong," he said for the third time that morning as Lucy helped him with his stretches.
"I'm doing exactly what the instructions say," Lucy replied, keeping her voice level despite her fraying patience.
"The instructions are outdated. I need more resistance."
"Then we'll call your physical therapist and ask."
"I don't need a therapist. I need you to actually pay attention."
Lucy sat back on her heels, looking directly at him. "I am paying attention, William. Wha
