The situation had escalated steadily over the past few weeks.
The mother started missing medication doses, noticed first by Mrs. Sanchez.
Then lost balance and nearly fell in the hallway, caught just in time by me.
Her meal intake dropped so low it became alarming.
The millionaire insisted these were minor setbacks.
He brushed off suggestions that more intensive care might be needed.
Each day after that, the cleaning lady pushed softly but firmly.
Making small changes—ordering supplements, calling the nurse, staying late to sit with the mother.
Things no one asked her to do but seemed necessary.
Now, the pressure was mounting toward a crucial moment.
