My Family Toasted

They made children of adults and adults of children.

My phone rang.

Mom.

I answered.

She sounded hollow.

“Preston was arrested.”

“I heard.”

“Can you help him?”

The question landed like a stone dropped into an old well.

I closed my eyes.

“With what?”

“Lawyers. Bail. Something.”

“Mom.”

“He’s scared.”

“I’m sure he is.”

“He asked for you.”

That broke something small in continue reading …