She Mourns in Autumn, I Buried My Husband in Winter

My husband’s childhood friend has “autumn melancholy,” becoming depressed and suicidal every fall. He took three months off work to stay with her overseas.

He always said, “Sarah, she’s pitiful. Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon.”

I got used to him disappearing for three months every year until a business trip to Eldravia, where I saw a five-year-old girl with him.

“Daddy, why do you only stay with Mommy and me for three months each year? I want you with us longer.”

My husband hugged her and held his childhood sweetheart’s hand. “Daddy’s situation is special, Lindsay. Be good.