I Finally Got My Driver’s License at sixty two years old, Right After My Husband’s Funeral But When I Checked the Saved ‘Home’ Address on His GPS, My Heart almost Stopped

« Maybe not to you, but Eleanor never liked me, » I said, staring out the window. « She thought I wasn’t good enough. »

« Huh… but maybe now is a good time to mend those bridges. »

I shook my head.

« You were a child. You didn’t hear the things she said. » I folded my hands in my lap. « Richard spent decades keeping the peace between us. I won’t undo his work now that he’s gone. »