
The level of dire that would have to be present in a situation for my (difficult but kind but sometimes not even well-meaning) sister to leave my (difficult but kind but sometimes not even well-meaning) fiance a voicemail in an effort to find me is very, very high. By which I mean, it’s never happened before. By which I mean, it’s nothing that could be good news.
I knew something was wrong when I called her back and couldn’t get a hold of her. I knew so