The Day I Dropped My Husband at the Airport, My Eight-Year-Old Daughter Warned Me Not to Go Home. Minutes Later, I Saw Why.

“Are you going to blame yourself?” she asked.

“Probably.”

“Will it help Lily?”

“No.”

“Then maybe start with what you did today.”

“I nearly followed him all the way home.”

“But you called for help.”

I sat down.