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

smelled it suddenly, recognizing it from when I’d first walked in—that specific scent that Robert had worn, woody and clean and so familiar it made my chest ache. I’d noticed it when I entered the house but couldn’t place it because my brain refused to make the connection.

“Is he here?” I whispered.

Michael nodded, tears streaming down his face. “Yes.continue reading …