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

“You made it perfect,” he said. “Just like you always did.”

I nodded once, then walked out into the November night.

The drive home was a blur. I cried so hard I had to pull over twice, gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles ached. When I finally pulled into the farmhouse driveway, the place looked different somehow. Smaller. Less sacred.

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