I drove three hours through an early North Carolina winter to get home for Thanksgiving, imagining a hot shower, a glass of wine, and my husband Brady waiting with open arms. Instead, I walked into a dark, freezing house that smelled like ammonia and neglect. The thermostat blinked 52 degrees. The silence felt wrong. I followed the smell into the living room and found Victor—Brady’s stepfather—hunched in a thin blanket, shaking violently, soaked in his own waste. A Marine veteran, a man who used to fill a room with sheer presence, now abandoned like trash…..CONTINUE READING BELOW

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