My husband surprised me with a pricey bracelet for our anniversary — but when I returned to the store to get it resized, the saleswoman revealed, “He purchased two of these last week.”

The saleswoman tried to apologize, but I was already slipping the box back into my purse and heading for the door. The next thing I knew, I was sitting in my car staring at the steering wheel.

I drove home the long way. Memories arrived uninvited. The perfume I didn’t recognize on Nolan’s coat last winter. The phone calls he took out on the back porch.continue reading …