When I called to tell my son that my wife had pass…

that day with a mixture of joy and sadness. Marcus had looked happy, genuinely happy, and I’d hoped that maybe I’d been wrong about Sophia, but even in the wedding photos, I could see the distance growing. In every picture, Sophia positioned herself between Marcus and us, her smile bright and fake.

Margaret had noticed it, too. “Look at this one,” she’d continue reading …