“My Husband Left for a Two-Year Assignment in Toronto — I Cried as He Boarded the Plane”

gate. In the taxi home, I checked my phone. It was 11:10 a.m. Mark’s flight would take off in forty minutes. He’d be in the air, unreachable, for hours.

Perfect.

At home, I changed into clean clothes and drove directly to the bank. The teller looked surprised at the amount I wanted to transfer.

“Ma’am, this is a substantial sum. Are you sure you want continue reading …