“Thank you for answering me.”
“But I’m still his wife.”
When I hung up, I didn’t pace or start fixing anything.
I called our daughter, Tilly.
“Your father had skin cancer, Tilly.”
The silence told me before she did.
I called our daughter, Tilly.
“How long have you known about this?”
“I drove him to a follow-up a few weeks ago.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”