My mother, Evelyn, tried calling my personal cell phone seventeen times between noon and three o’clock that afternoon.

When I did not answer, she began to send a series of frantic, rambling text messages, and I read them, once, before I decided what to do.

Chloe, please!

Your brother is in a holding cell!

They won’t set bail!

You have to talk to Julian!

Tell him this was a misunderstanding!

We are your family!