«I spent twelve hours begging him to answer me.»
My voice remained quiet.
«I won’t spend one minute helping him feel better about why he didn’t.»
Elaine looked down.
Then helped me fold the remaining sweaters.
David began leaving voicemails.
I never answered.
The first sounded confused.
«Sarah, Mom told me. I don’t understand what happened.»
«Call me.»
The second was angry.
«Why would you send something like that by text? What is wrong with you?»
The third sounded frightened.
«Please tell me this isn’t real.»
He cried in the
