Do You Want Me? (This Love Hurts, #0.5)

by W. Winters

“I hate his dementia. Hate going to see him even if I love the man. He was more like a friend than a father. And now…” “He doesn’t remember you?” The question tumbles out of me with pain and it’s relieved when he shakes his head and answers, “He remembers me. He knows who I am most of the time. “It’s just … he asks about things that happened before. He forgets about my parents passing. He thinks I’m my father sometimes. And then others he remembers. It’s hard to tell what reality he’s in and what I’m going to get when I visit him.”