"Dad?" I called an air of trepidation enveloping me instantly.
"That's why we asked everyone here today. She wanted to tell you herself but, today turned out not to be great." My father sighed heavily, the man I knew knocked down by vulnerability.
"What are you saying?" Mrs. Williams chipped in. "she was just here, she was fine."
"She has gotten good at hiding it over the past few months. She has Alzheimer's," he declared.
Strength got knocked out of me. I gasped, my wife instinctively holding my hand to give me support no matter how little.
"Alzheimer's…"
"It's progressing rapidly,"
"All this time, both of you couldn't tell us." I accused him. "You couldn't tell me my mother was sick! Dad!"
"She didn't want anything to distract you from the CEO position. Listen, I wanted to tell you, she wouldn't let me. That's why she rushed the marriage; that's why she couldn't wait for you to bring a wife on your own. All she was doing was thinking about you,"