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

in chronological order.

My mother’s first message arrived the night I left at 9:22 p.m.

“Nadia, call me when you get this. We didn’t realize you’d gone. I hope the drive was okay.”

Her voice was calm. Logistics first. Always.

Her second message came at 11:47 p.m.

“Nadia, I don’t understand why you left without saying goodbye. Your father is confused, and continue reading …