Tucked into the front of the wicker was a folded cream card trimmed with gold foil along the edges.

I pulled out the card and opened it.

Melissa’s round, graceful handwriting covered the inside in dark blue ink.

“Dear Dad,” the card said.

“We already miss you so much.

The house feels cold and quiet without you here in the mornings.

Brandon is heartbroken over the miscommunication, and the kids keep asking when Grandpa is coming home to watch the weekend ball games.

Let’s put this unpleasant misunderstanding behind us and give our family a fresh start.