And on top, another laminated card in careful handwriting.
“My name is Evelyn. Richard is my son. I am safe with him.”
I looked inside.
Chloe wiped her face with the back of her hand.
“Grandma, that’s not even the worst part. I saw who he takes this to.”
My daughter wiped her nose on her sleeve and started talking fast.
“I asked Cindy, my best friend’s sister, to come wait outside so we could follow Richard’s car. He drove south to that memory care facility. He left the tote on the passenger seat and ran inside. The door wasn’t even locked.”
“I saw who he takes this to.”
Chloe saw my concern and quickly said, “I’ll give it back, I swear. I saw an aide wave him in, as if he lives there. There’s a cot, Mom. A folded cot next to a hospital bed.”
Grace pressed the laminated card flat against her chest.
