“How was your first night?” Dad asked.

I poured myself a cup of coffee with my phone tucked against my ear and shoulder. “It was…okay. Long. I’m just not used to the place yet and it’s going to take some getting used to. I’m staying in the guest bedroom because I can’t stand the thought of sleeping in Grandmother’s bed.”

Dad moved around on the other end as I poured some sugar into my coffee. I had no creamer or milk and frankly, I was not looking forward to ...