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

and slept for twelve hours.

When I woke, my phone had forty-three missed calls and seventy-eight text messages.

From my mother: “Emily, please call us. We need to talk. I don’t understand what happened.”

From my father: “Proud of you, honey. Had no idea. Please come back so we can discuss.”

From Marcus: “Holy shit, Em. Chief of Surgery? Why didn’t you continue reading …