““I pressed her. Why? He had adjusted to where he was. He’d reassembled the pieces of a life—a friend, a routine, some things he still liked to do. It was true that he wasn’t as safe as he would be in a nursing home. He still feared having that big fall and no one finding him before it was too late. But he was happier. And given his druthers, he’d choose the happier place. So why choose differently? She didn’t know how to answer. She found it hard to fathom any other way. He needed someone to look after him. He wasn’t safe. Was she really supposed to just leave him there?””
