I awoke on Friday morning to a text from Jill. “We need to talk. ASAP. Can you come by this morning?”

“I have to be at work in an hour or so… afraid not,” I responded, dismissing her.

“Andy, this is important. It’s about your mother.”

“Okay, but I need to make it quick.”

I text Thomas: “Had something pop up. You and Kendra okay covering things?”

“No prob,” was all that he said in response (such a ...