Namara's POV:

The caretaker, who had been standing by the door quietly, stepped forward and helped him out of the chair, guiding him gently toward the bed. As my father was tucked in, I watched with a pang in my chest. The father I once knew, strong and full of life, was becoming more fragile with each passing day.

Once he was settled, the caretaker stepped out of the room and into the hall, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I leaned against the doorframe, my mind wandering back to ...