He sat with his wife’s photo, waiting for a son who had already boarded without him

collect my scattered belongings. A guest, an older woman in a pearl necklace who had been watching the entire scene, knelt down to help me.

“I’m so sorry, dear,” she whispered, handing me my lip balm. “I should have said something. We all should have.”

Adrian helped me stand up, wrapping his arm tightly around my waist, keeping me glued to his side. continue reading …