After My Husband Forced His Sick Father Out, I Cared For Him Alone While Working Two Jobs

and the staff rotated frequently enough that no one remembered your name between shifts. It was the kind of place you sent someone when you wanted to say you’d done the right thing without actually doing it.

“He’s coming with me,” I said.

Viktor looked up from his phone. “What?”

“Your father. He’s coming with me. He’s not going to that place.”

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