Buckle up, friends, do I have a story for you!
It started with a phone call.
Friday night my dad called and asked if I could come over around 8. This was strange, because usually my mom is the one who calls me, though it’s not unheard of for my dad to call. We were just getting ready for our regular game night with our friends, which usually lasts until 10:30. I wouldn’t be able to stop over that evening. He said he needed to talk to me about something, but not over the phone. I said I could stop by the coffee shop where he goes in the mornings. No, he said, could I come by their place at around 10 am instead? I agreed.