The responsibilities we held as staff were becoming heavier with each passing day.
Mrs. Sanchez, in her quiet rebellion, had started taking notes.
Small, discreet observations about the mother’s condition.
She shared them with the nurse who visited weekly.
Her actions were unasked for but necessary.
The millionaire’s dismissiveness made the air feel thicker.
It was like we were all waiting for him to acknowledge the truth.
But he never did.
His shield of authority remained firm.
There were times I caught him looking at his mother with a flicker of something deeper.
