the first time.”
I stared at him.
“What do you mean?”
He took the phone again.
There are three more videos.”
According to George, nearly a month earlier, he had woken up and found me standing in the kitchen in the middle of the night.
My eyes had been open, but I hadn’t answered him properly.
The following morning, I remembered nothing.
A week later, it happened again.
That time, he found me near the back door.
After the second incident, George had secretly called our family doctor.
He had been told that if it happened again, recording the episode could help doctors understand what was going on.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I whispered.
George sat down.
“Because three months ago, you told Sarah that the thing you feared most about getting older was losing control of yourself. I heard you.”
I remembered that conversation.
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