My Granddaughter Called Me At 2 A.m. From An Intake Office

working on the cure.”

The cure started slowly.

It started with Emma sleeping for fourteen hours straight in the guest room, the one with the quilt my wife, Sarah, had made before she passed.

It started with me making pancakes, the way I did for Daniel when he was a boy, and leaving a plate on the nightstand for whenever Emma woke up.

She finally emerged continue reading …