attorney as discussed, so you needn’t return for the signing.”
I texted him a brief acknowledgement, then turned my attention to the three messages from my sister, Clare.
Unlike our mother’s practical inquiries, Clare’s voicemails escalated from confusion to indignation to reluctant understanding.
“Sophia, what’s happening? I just got a bizarre call from Cousin Edward saying Amber’s wedding was canceled and you’ve disappeared. Call me back.”
“Seriously, Sophia, I’ve now heard from four different relatives with four different versions of what happened. One claims you had a mental breakdown. Another
