Every January I Sent My Son-in-Law $40,000 for My Granddaughter. Then She Whispered, ‘Grandpa, Follow Dad.’

I waited until two cars had passed and pulled into traffic.

I didn’t drive close enough to see his expression.

I only needed to see where he went.

He headed west, away from his house and away from Emma’s school.

The commercial buildings gave way to small shops, then quiet residential roads bordered by maples.

Forty minutes later, he turned onto a lane leading toward Lakewood, a town where Laura and Eleanor used to shop for antiques.

At the end of the lane stood a cottage behind a low wrought-iron gate.