”Mom!” I have never raised my voice to my mother. Not once in my life. But I’m pretty sure she just said that my father is dead and she’s panicking and I can barely hear myself think. ”Mom, you have to breathe!”

”Trippy!” She shrieks into the phone, inhales raggedly. ”He. Is. DEAD!”

”Okay, where are you right now? Where is Dad?”

I hear her breathing rapidly again, then I hear the rattling ...