The air under the concrete beams was cool and smelled of damp earth and exhaust.

My phone vibrated in my hand before I got to the driver’s door.

A text from my mother’s number appeared on the screen.

I opened the notification.

*Sarah, I apologize if my tone was sharp during lunch.

I have always respected your dedication to the armed services and want to ensure our family alignment remains strong as you enter this new stage of official leadership.*

I read the text three times.