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

Derek had wanted her death to become his comfort.

Instead it became other people’s rescue.

At night, in Juneau, I still sometimes take out the pink photo album.

The glitter is falling off now.

The glue has yellowed.

One page has a crayon drawing of me in scrubs with ridiculous red cheeks and a badge the size of a dinner plate. Another has a note in Emily’s continue reading …