When the call from 911 had come in that evening, we had just finished eating some spaghetti and meatballs that dad had prepared, mom was taking too long to return, dad had been so excited he was almost bouncing from his chair all through dinner. I didn't know why. I just assumed it had something to do with where mom had gone and what she had gone to do there.
The police had called by 9:15 to inform us that mom had been involved in a hit and run by a drunk driver. At first I didn't understand, dad had stood frozen with the phone pressed against his ear, he had been clutching the phone so tightly in his fist, I was afraid he was going to crush it. I had known immediately that something was wrong, something had happened. But what? And to whom?
" Li...your mom...she's ..." Dad's voice bottom
