There Was an Extra Place at the Table for My Late Husband—That’s When My Son Went Pale

wrinkle, cloth napkins folded into elegant triangles with sprigs of fresh rosemary tucked into each one, wine glasses catching the candlelight and throwing small rainbows onto the walls. Everything was perfect in that studied way that told me Vanessa had probably consulted Pinterest for at least an hour.

But it was the number of place settings that continue reading …