At 2 P.M., I Walked Into My Parents’ Backyard Expecting To Pick Up My 8-

are you going to do?”

I took a breath.

“I’m going to call David.”

David Morrison—my old college friend who’d gone into law while I went into accounting. We’d stayed in touch: holiday messages, the occasional coffee when our schedules lined up. I thought about his last text from a year ago.

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