Grandma drew him close.

For the first time that evening, he let himself cry.

PART 4

I drove Rose home well before midnight.

She insisted I take two slices of the wedding cake in a cardboard catering box, even after what had happened to it.

She was worried I hadn’t eaten dinner.

At the traffic light outside Lexington, she finally asked the question I’d been waiting for.

“Do you think I caused this?”