I picked up the letter again and traced the logo with my finger. The ink was raised a bit, like they used some special printing. Sixty two thousand dollars. That number kept turning in my mind, along with the account he had hidden.

After a bit I decided the best thing was to leave it be for the night. The kids would call on Sunday like always, and I would figure out what to say by then. But right now the only thing I knew for sure was that nothing would ever feel the same at this table.

I thought about the donor wall again and how their names sat side by side like they belonged together. My name was nowhere on it. The woman on the phone had sounded so nice when she asked about another Mrs. Ellis. I could still hear her voice in my head.

Bob had taken his blue tie with him when he packed. I noticed it missing from the closet when I went up to change the sheets. That tie was the one he wore in the photo.