My father stood up at the lake house dinner and raised his glass in fr…

to speak it.

Just two nights near hiking trails, a porch with rocking chairs, and a kitchen where I would not fold napkins for a table that forgot me.

The first night there, Marin and I made grilled cheese and tomato soup. Rain tapped against the windows. She drew at the small table while I read through a client file for Monday. At some point, she looked continue reading …