At a small Chicago clinic, an Alaska nurse called about my daughter and said, “Your son-in-law hasn’t been here.” I booked the first flight north without crying, and by dawn, his Bahamas honeymoon was no longer the worst thing I’d found. – News

several feet behind.

On the first flight, the woman next to me tried making polite conversation as we taxied down the runway.

“Headed somewhere fun?” she asked.

I looked at her, at her knitted hat and cheerful scarf and the bright paperback sticking out of her tote bag, and knew she would regret the question if I answered honestly.

“No,” I said.

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