No warning. No discussion. Just a simple phone call to a towing company.
At 8:12 a.m. on Friday, my phone rang.
Mom.
I didn’t answer.
It rang again thirty seconds later. Then again.
The third time, I picked up.
“There’s someone outside with a tow truck,” she said, panic cracking through her usually controlled voice. “They’re hooking up the car. Connie,continue reading …
