diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, I rearranged my life to care for him, while Adam and Madison made brief visits, took photos, and posted them online. As medical bills and care costs piled up, I began quietly paying for night nurses, equipment, hotels near treatment, and supplies from my own savings whenever his tied-up funds couldn’t move fast enough.
Walter noticed more than I realized. He knew when I lied kindly about his children “trying to come soon,” and he knew who was actually covering the bills. After his death, the
