My husband and I divorced after 36 years of marriage – At his funeral, his father drank too much and said to me, “You don’t even know what he did for you, do you?”

 

My chest tightened. My hands trembled as I entered the hotel number into my phone.

“Hello. How can I help you?”

“Hello,” I said, forcing my voice to be steady. I gave him Troy’s full name and explained that I was his new assistant. “I need to book his usual room.”

I entered the hotel number into my phone.

“Of course,” said the concierge without hesitation. “He’s a regular. This room is usually reserved for him. When would he like to check in?”

I couldn’t breathe anymore.

“I… I’ll call back,” I managed, and I hung up.

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