My son didn’t show up at my wife’s funeral. Hours …

This has been an impossible day.” “No, you don’t understand.

I need to go home now, alone.” She studied my face, seeing something there that made her nod slowly. “Do you want me to come with you?”

I shook my head, whatever was waiting for me at home. Whatever Margaret had planned, I had the feeling I needed to face it myself. The drive home felt like continue reading …