My phone buzzes, and I pry my attention away from the article I’ve been working on about Snapchat filters just long enough to see that it’s a text. Anyone I work with knows it’s easier to reach me through our internal chat system, and my friends know better than to text me on a writing-from-home day.
For a second, my brain goes to the worst. What if something happened to Dad? What if this is a stranger letting me know that he’s unconscious somewhere and waiting for an ambulance?
But that’s crazy, right? If something happened to my dad, I’d get a call. What kind of monster would send a text letting you know your father had a heart attack?
Surprised by my ability to freak myself out, I tap the screen and open the notification, my brows scrunching together in disbelief as I read the text.
