On a bleak, overcast morning, the nursing home transport van arrived. Elias opened the door with a flicker of confusion that instantly turned to heartbreak when the orderlies moved to take him.
“What is the meaning of this, Marcus?” he demanded. Marcus couldn’t meet his gaze, offering the weak excuse of “proper care.” Elias, voice trembling with pain more profound than his age, whispered, “You’re doing this for the house.”
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Marcus remained silent. As his father was guided into the van, Elias turned back, his stare penetrating, and said softly, “You will regret this, Marcus.” It was not a threat, but a statement of absolute certainty. The van door sealed, severing the last thread of trust between them.
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