Charlie had a dream that Sandra, his wife of 37 years, asked for a divorce. In the back of his mind, he kept telling himself that it was just a dream, that Sandra was happy and wouldn’t dream of divorcing him. After all, they had three children—twin boys and a girl—who were nearly out of the house, and now their lives were becoming their own again. Kind of like before they had kids. Except better, because they’d been through so much more together.

He woke up, and rolled over to fold her against him. “Don’t ever leave me.”