“Greg,” he says, giving my hand two firm pumps then holding it a moment too long. He glances behind me into the empty hall. “Come on in. It’s a shame you’re alone. I would’ve liked to meet your wife.”
Time to put this to rest. “No, I’m…widowed. It’s just me.”
His eyes soften in empathic pain. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize—I mean, I shouldn’t have been so crass. I’m sorry. I just didn’t think—”
“It’s okay.” I give him a grin to show it is, it’s fine. “I’m used to it by now. Most people assume we’re divorced, but no. Lisa was killed in a car accident four years ago.”
I step into the classroom and Greg closes the door behind us. “I’m so—”
“Sorry, I know.” I run a hand through my hair, pushing it back from my face and shrug. “I never really understood why people say that, you know? Apol
