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

had noticed. The candles had burned down halfway, wax pooling at the bases. The fourth place setting sat there like an accusation.

“So what now?” I asked, my voice raw. “You just… come back? Pick up where we left off?”

“No,” Robert said firmly. “I’m not that naive. I don’t expect you to forgive me tonight or next month or maybe ever. I came back to tell continue reading …