At Christmas, my daughter-in-law said: ‘We’re doing Christmas at my mom’s. You can stay home.’
I smiled back, feeling a little shy, yet invigorated by the spontaneity of it all. “Heading out,” I replied, the words tasting sweet on my tongue. “I’m Linda, by the way.”“David,” he offered, extending his hand. “First time traveling alone?” “Well, first time in a long while,” I admitted, shaking his hand. I felt a…