“Huh?” Mr. Randall blinked at me, caught off guard, then glanced at his wife. After a brief pause, he nodded. “Alright, thank you, E-Elaine.”

“It’s really no trouble. Honestly, I’ve been meaning to visit,” I admitted, feeling a pang of guilt. Ken had given me their address weeks ago, but I kept finding excuses to put it off.

Now, I couldn’t help but wonder: if I’d reached out sooner, would things have been different? Maybe they wouldn’t have ...