For Seven Years I Sent Forty Thousand Dollars Every January, Until Emma Finally Spoke

“You make sure Emma eats this for lunch tomorrow,” Eleanor said.

“I absolutely will,” Mark said.

“Thank you again, Eleanor.

For a wonderful Sunday.”

Mark took Emma by the hand, opened the front door, and led her out to the sedan.

I stood on the porch with Eleanor and watched them drive away.

The taillights disappeared around the corner.

Eleanor let out a long breath.