My name is Laura. My husband, Mark, and I have one son, Daniel.
He’s 23. Emma is 22.
Or I suppose I should say she was Daniel’s girlfriend.
They started dating at 16.
Seven years.
At some point, we stopped treating her like somebody Daniel was bringing around.
She just became Emma.
She had a stocking at our house for Christmas.
She knew where we kept spare towels.
She helped me cook Thanksgiving dinner.