My Mother Showed Up After The Concert

was next to me, eyes red, jaw tight.

“Oliver?” I whispered.

“Safe. The specialist has him. My mom’s driving up from San Diego.”

“My mother?”

His face changed.

“She showed up after the concert.”

I didn’t say anything.

A few minutes later, my doctor walked in. Dr. Morrison. Direct. No nonsense. But her eyes were soft.

“Amanda, you were very lucky,” she said continue reading …