The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

” I said, pulling on my coat.

My mother had turned, annoyance clear on her face. “Emily, it’s Christmas Eve. Can’t that wait? You just got here.”

“No,” I said, my voice steady. “It can’t wait.”

Someone else—Aunt Sarah, I think—laughed awkwardly. “What, the phones need answering? Can’t someone else handle it?”

The room had gone quiet. Christmas music still continue reading …