“When did she go into the nursing home?”
“Eighteen months ago. When she was diagnosed with Alzheimer's, she made the decision to sell up the house.”
“It must have been difficult for you and Bryan.”
“It was,” I admitted. “I miss the person Mom used to be.”
“Does she know what happened to you?”
I inhaled sharply and shook my head. “No. It's better for her this way, she wouldn't understand and she'd probably forget within a day or two. We try and keep her from dealing with anything traumatic.” It was still so easy to slip into the use of 'we' when discussing Mom – as if Bryan was still around. Tears brimmed against my eyelashes and I brushed them away impatiently.
“And your father? Has he supported you?”
I fisted my hands unconsciously and when I realized, deliberately relaxed the musc
