“She’s stable.”
“Then what happened?”
There was a long silence.
Finally, Diane said, “You need to see what your son has done.”
My stomach dropped.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know how to explain it over the phone.”
Her breathing sounded uneven.
“Diane, you’re frightening me.”
“Just come, Rachel. Please.”
Then she ended the call.
For several seconds, I stood frozen with the phone pressed against my ear.
My mind immediately produced every possible disaster.
Had Aaron argued with a doctor?
Had he upset Lily?
Had he posted something private online?
Had he interfered with her treatment?
Diane’s words repeated inside my head.
You need to see what your son has done.
I grabbed my
