Mysterious Ways

Connecting Flights

Anne McCoy

TULSA, OKLAHOMA

ATL → TUL

TUL I stood in the security line at Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport, exhausted and a little blue. I’d woken up at the crack of dawn to drive to the airport from South Carolina, where I’d attended an educational conference with my husband. He was still there—I had to return home early to Tulsa for work. The only thing awaiting me there was an empty house.

All my kids were grown and spread across the globe, even as far away as

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