It hadn’t.
But on surgery day he arrived late, smelling of expensive aftershave, with a gold Rolex flashing on his wrist that I’d never seen before.
He took the clipboard from the nurse’s hands.
“I’ll handle all the paperwork, Sis,” he said. “You’ve got enough on your plate.”
After that, he began visiting almost every day.
He brought groceries, fixed the leaky faucet, and offered to stay with Mom whenever I needed to run errands.
“Let me help,” he’d say. “That’s what family is for.”
I was grateful.
God help me, I was so grateful.
But I slowly noticed something strange.
Whenever Craig went upstairs, Wyatt followed.
If Craig offered to sit with Grandma alone, Wyatt suddenly found a reason to stay in her room.
He needed a charger.
He needed a drink.
He needed to show her one more page of his comic.
