Mom’s Desperate Call
My mom was pacing around like she was trying to wear a hole in the floor, her phone pressed hard against her ear.
Her voice was frantic, but I kept my distance, pretending the world outside was more interesting. Meanwhile, my phone pinged nonstop.
Every notification was another message—not from her—but from concerned friends and clueless relatives.
My inbox was swelling, but with everything spiraling, I stayed silent. I had my own plan and it was unfolding exactly as I’d hoped.