and overdue.
That afternoon my phone buzzed with a text from Jenny.
Not Diane. Not Gary.
Jenny.
Grandma, I’m sorry. I didn’t know either. Mom is mad at everybody. We are at home now. I made grilled cheese for the little kids because Mom and Scott were fighting. Are you okay?
I stared at that message until the letters blurred.
Then I wrote back.
I’m okay, continue reading …
