On the screen, Mark rubbed his face with both hands.
“In March,” he said, “I went to see a doctor because I kept forgetting things at work. Little stuff. Names. Measurements. One day I drove to a job site I’d been going to every day for two months, and when I got to the corner of Fifth and Main, I didn’t know which way to turn. I just sat there at the green light while people honked at me. I didn’t know where I was, Lee. For about a minute, I didn’t know where I was.”
He looked away from the camera. His jaw was tight.
“They did a bunch of tests. Brain scans. Memory tests. Blood work. I didn’t tell you. I told you I was going to the dentist. Three times. I’m sorry about that. I’m sorry about all of it.”
