It started with a missed appointment—something small enough to brush off, yet just unusual enough to stay with her.
My friend Mary has always been organized, the one who keeps track of everything. So when she forgot a long-standing lunch, she told herself it was simply a busy week. But when it happened again—a misplaced bill, a repeated story, a growing sense that something wasn’t quite right—what began as a moment turned into a question she couldn’t easily answer: Is this just aging, or is it something more?