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

“You’re thinking of Eleanor, aren’t you?”

“Her birthday would have been next week.”

Denise stood beside me in silence.

She had known both women.

When Laura died, she’d stocked the shelves herself while I attended the funeral.

When Eleanor died six months later, she had closed the store for two days even though I told her not to.

“Was there something I missed?” I asked.

“About what?”