CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY EIGHT: AWAY

The decision weighed heavily on Jonathan's heart as he stood outside the medical center, the imposing building looming before him like a fortress of despair. He had agonized over it for weeks, wrestling with conflicting emotions and overwhelming guilt, but in the end, he knew it was the only choice he had left. Anna's condition had deteriorated rapidly in recent months, her memory lapses and erratic behavior becoming more pronounced with each passing day. She had become a danger to herself and others, her outbursts of anger and confusion leaving a trail of devastation in their wake. And try as he might, Jonathan could no longer deny the truth: he was no longer equipped to care for her at home. As he stepped through the doors of the medical center, Jonathan felt a lump form in his throat, a tightness in his chest that made it difficult to breathe. The sterile scent of antiseptic assaulted his senses, mingling with the sounds of distant voices and the hum of fluorescent lights overhead