I felt an unexpected rush of gratitude toward my daughter-in-law.
“So where are you?”
“A hotel near Wildwood. Brenda and Douglas found another place too.”
“And the children?”
“They’re fine. We took them for pizza. They think this is an adventure.”
I smiled.
“Good.”
Gregory became quiet.
Then he said, “Mom, before we left the porch, I looked through the window.”
My fingers tightened around the phone.
“I saw something on the hall desk.”
I knew before he said it.
“An envelope?”
“Yes.”
“Did you read it?”
“No. But I could see Dad’s handwriting.”
I swallowed.
“He wrote my name on it.”
“I know.”
“How long has it been there?”
“I don’t know.”
“I’m driving down tomorrow morning,” I said.
“I can bring it to you.”
“No.”
For the first time all day, I was certain of something.
“I need to go there myself.”
“Do you want company?”
