I Finally Took the Cruise My Late Husband and I Dreamed of for 30 Years—Then the Captain Told Me to Look Under Table Seven

“Just one,” I said. “And bring dessert before dinner.”

The widow laughed. “You can do that?”

“I can do whatever I want with my own evening.”

Frank couldn’t give back the years we lost. But he’d finally told the truth, and he’d given me back my choice. I raised my glass toward the ocean.

No more next year.