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

to be happy, right? She wouldn’t have wanted us to cancel our trip and lose all that money.

Jessica stepped forward, her voice sickeningly sweet. We were devastated that we couldn’t be here, Robert. But we knew you had everything under control.

You’re so strong. I stood up slowly, brushing dirt from Margaret’s garden off my hands. Come inside.

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