My Family Asked What Emergency Needed The Receptionist

of nothing.

“Megan, we did. Seven minutes ago.”

Right.

My tablet was in my bag, under the bench by the front door, because my mother hated devices at dinner. Her exact words had been, “For once, can you be present?”

I crouched down, knocked my knee against the little shoe rack, and dragged my bag out. My dad’s old loafers fell sideways. One hit the floor continue reading …