I wandered outside the rest of the afternoon and didn't return home until I was sure that Michael had left.
There was no one at home, so I just sat stiffly on the sofa in a daze. Suddenly, the phone rang. It was a text message from my husband.
"I won't come back for dinner tonight. I have a lot of things to attend to. Entertain yourself and take care of yourself, honey."
As the sky outside the window grew darker little by little, I stood up and walked to Michael's room involuntarily.
The empty room made my heart ache.
Tears fell from my face, and I closed my eyes and remembered the laughter echoing in this room, the big boy who had chased after me and treated me as his sister-in-law, the boy who had helped me with the housework and the cooking, who had bravely stood in front of me to
