“Dad, you could have seriously hurt her.”
“I know.”
His voice broke.
“And the worst part is that when she started feeling worse, I was afraid to admit what I’d done.”
I stared at him.
“Then why did you keep canceling her doctor’s appointments?”
My father began to cry.
“I scheduled the first appointment myself. But then I realized the doctors might find out what I’d been giving her. I was afraid Linda would never forgive me. So I postponed the appointment. Then I postponed it again. Every day, I told myself I’d take her tomorrow. And every day, I became more afraid.”
I looked at him for a long time.
The strong man I had known since childhood was gone.
Sitting in front of me was a frightened 82-year-old man who had tried to solve a problem he didn’t understand.
But his fear didn’t excuse what he’d done.