At a small Chicago clinic, an Alaska nurse called about my daughter and said, “Your son-in-law hasn’t been here.” I booked the first flight north without crying, and by dawn, his Bahamas honeymoon was no longer the worst thing I’d found. – News

in blue ink so ordinary it made me nauseous, were the words:

If policy clears + condo sold + Juneau account drained, can restart by fall.

Restart by fall.

As if Emily’s death were just a seasonal inconvenience in a larger plan.

I sat with that legal pad on my kitchen table in Juneau long after dark, staring at it while the apartment window reflected my continue reading …