At 2:27 a.m., My Dad Called: “Your Sister-in-Law Beat Me with a Baseball Bat—But She Told Police I Attacked Her Because I’m Mentally Ill”

a bat. He’s dangerous. He needs to be committed tonight before he hurts someone.”

She pointed to a faint reddish mark on her shoulder. I didn’t even look at it. My attention stayed locked on Porter.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. My aunt Carol.

“Natalie, what is happening?” she asked the second I picked up. “Eric says your father has dementia. He says continue reading …