I Dropped My Wife at the Airport—But My Granddaughter’s Whisper Made Me Realize She Was Already Back Home

roasted vegetables, mashed potatoes, and apple pie. She opened an expensive bottle of wine we usually saved for anniversaries.

“What’s the occasion?” I asked, even though my mouth felt numb.

Margaret smiled, and the smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Do we need an occasion to enjoy each other’s company?” she said lightly. “You seem so tired lately. I just continue reading …