On Mother’s Day, my grown kids told me they had chosen the restaurant and expected me to pay for all twelve of them, just like always.

“or would you prefer to split it?”

Brian cleared his throat. “Our mother is joining us.”

Tomas looked toward the empty thirteenth chair. “Of course, sir. Would you like me to give you more time?”

“She’s on her way,” Madison said sharply.

Kevin looked down at his phone. Helen had sent nothing after the gate message.

Brian called her again.

Straight to voicemail.continue reading …