She hurried out to the parking lot, slid into the driver’s seat of her mom’s old station wagon—her own car was in the shop—and headed home.

"Ah," he sighed. "The porch swing. You wore that yellow dress. The one with the buttons down the back."

Beyond the emotional toll, there is the logistics of care. Molly Jane must manage medications, doctor’s appointments, finances, and legal paperwork—all while being called by the wrong name. She does the work of a spouse without the relationship of one.