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

“It is.”

Michael cleared his throat. “Mom, you can stay here tonight if you want. We have the guest room made up. Or if you want to go home, I can drive you—”

“I’ll drive myself,” I said, standing on shaky legs. “I need to think. I need to—I need space.”

Robert stood too, but didn’t move toward me. “Can I call you tomorrow?” he asked.

I considered it.continue reading …