When the food was finally finished, it suddenly occurred to me that he'd probably been needing the bathroom all evening. How could I have forgotten? Rebecca and Johannes hadn't said anything about it and just suggested I wash him in bed, but eventually he had to go to the bathroom too—at least three times a day.

I quickly put the tray aside and fetched the wheelchair I'd found in the corner. At least they didn't have a night cup, so he could go to the bathroom like everyone else. Still, I was worried about how I would manage this in the next few weeks—after all, he couldn't just tell me...