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

to help with arrangements. I am not going to wait for my mother’s eight o’clock emergency call and rescue a party I was expected to fund but not emotionally considered in.”

Dr. Heck wrote something down.

“How does that feel?”

“Terrifying.”

“And?”

I thought about my father’s glass in the candlelight. Claire, Becca, Sasha. I thought about the empty column continue reading …