An hour later, I'm sitting in my office. I've dialled my mother's number, and I'm just waiting for her to pick up. The phone is on speakerphone, and I'm typing an email as I wait.

"Hello Landon." I hear her voice as she answers my call. She sounds tired.

"How are you, Mum?" I ask as I finish off an email to Andrew Contius about the new accounts he is taking on in the interim.

"I'm very well, son. I understand you went out to dinner last night with your father." ...