“Calvin, Bill’s in the hospital. He needs surgery. I’ve signed the papers, but you should be here,” I explain hastily.

“Oh my God, is he okay?” Calvin asks.

“I don’t know,” I reply, my voice shaking “They’re taking him to surgery. Please hurry.”

“Hey, calm down. I’m on my way,” Calvin reassures me through the phone, his voice steady. “Just hang in there, I’ll be there as fast as I can.”

Hearing frantic footsteps, I first assume ...