I was chopping vegetables when my four-year-old daughter

with Emma without telling anyone. Come home right now.”

I stare at the message until the words blur.

Come home right now.

Not, Is Emma okay?

Not, What happened?

Not, Why did you leave?

Only an order, carrying Diane’s voice inside Andrew’s phone.

The doctor sees my face and lowers his hand over the screen, not touching it, just blocking the light.

“Is that continue reading …