I drove up to repair my late wife’s lake cabin… and found my son-in-law’s parents unloading a U-Haul into it – Welcome

than reality.

Rachel discussed ski outfits.

Champagne.

Photos by the fireplace.

Dad announced he would handle the wine.

Mom sent heart emojis.

Then Rachel tagged me.

“Travis, send the updated booking confirmation. Dad wants to make sure dinner reservations are arranged.”

I stared at the message.

Part of me wanted to expose everything right there.

Instead, I continue reading …