transform the evening.
First, I called my husband.
He was still working, which somehow made me angrier.
I told him to come home immediately.
He didn’t ask questions.
“Be there in 20.”
Then I began calling people.
Old friends.
Neighbors.
My cousin Sam, whom the family excluded for being too political—meaning he openly challenged our parents’ behavior.
Members of our community group.
A woman I’d met twice at a charity bake sale.
Even my dentist’s receptionist.
I didn’t care who they were.
I explained honestly.
My daughter had spent three
