That's when the phone rang. I heard it, somewhere deep inside my brain. The movement of Will fumbling for his phone, the sharp intake of breath, the okay...and I knew. I didn't know who or when but I knew it was bad, and I was reaching for my glasses and my phone and almost walked out of the still-dark bedroom to grab my laptop to begin making arrangements when I realized that I hadn't said anything. I turned to him and reach out.
I'm sorry.
We made coffee and phone calls and flight reservations.
We needed something to do.
Will you come? he asked.
Of course, I said.
Dear Dad of Boy,
Thank you for being the best father-in-law a girl could have.
Love,
Nina