12. The Note on the Handmade Table

On how fast life can pivot between hope, and grief.

The next day, I woke early and drove straight over to Maura’s to share the unbelievable news. Expecting her to be outside, hours deep in some home project, I was surprised to find her in bed still sleeping. Assuming she had been up all night on an adventure, I scrawled a note that I’d be back soon and left in pursuit of breakfast. An hour later, I retur…