My phone buzzed at 9:17 PM with a photo of my parents’ pitch-black house, and my neighbor’s text made my blood run cold.
“Your dad didn’t want me to call you,” Mrs. Miller’s message read. “He’s terrified you’ll put him in a home.”
I slammed my laptop shut mid-meeting.
I didn’t even tell my boss. I grabbed my keys and sprinted …
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