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

dozen times over two years, unable to let it go completely.

I stared at it for three rings, my thumb hovering over the answer button.

On the fourth ring, I answered.

“Hello,” I said.

“Britt,” Robert’s voice came through, rough with emotion. “Thank you for picking up.”

“I almost didn’t,” I admitted.

“I know,” he said. “Can I… can I see you today? No pressure.continue reading …