He sat on the edge of my bed, buried his face in his hands, and began crying.
“Mom, we should have told you everything.”
It turned out that three months earlier, I had fainted during the night. Rebecca had accidentally heard a noise coming from my bedroom and reached me just in time to help.
At the hospital, the doctors discovered a medical condition that sometimes caused nighttime confusion and temporary memory loss.
During my treatment, I had begun getting out of bed in my sleep, wandering around my bedroom, and occasionally injuring my hands.
One night, I had become so frightened by the hospital environment that I begged them to take me home.
Rebecca had decided to help.
The unfamiliar man wasn’t a nurse but a home-care specialist named James, who came to check on me at night on the doctor’s recommendation.
And I had injured my bandaged hand when, during an episode of nighttime confusion, I tried to open the door of my old wardrobe.
