he would handle it.
Then he came back with some explanation that somehow made me feel guilty for asking.
A few months after our wedding, Chloe left for college.
Ten hours away.
Then she stopped coming home.
Not for Thanksgiving.
Not for Christmas.
Not even during summer break.
“She got a job on campus,” David told me.
“For the entire summer?”
“She probably needs the money, Al. Don’t guilt her.”
So I didn’t.
Year after year, I told myself I was respecting her boundaries.
Meanwhile, there were things I noticed
