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

is in our basement,” I said, my voice rising. “I saw it there last December when I was looking for the Christmas decorations. It was on the shelf next to the camping gear, exactly where it’s always been.”

Michael shook his head slowly. “That was a replica,” he said. “Dad made a second one before he… before everything. He wanted you to think the original continue reading …