Melissa’s name lit up the display in bright green letters.

Kevin reached across the table and tapped the speaker button without picking the phone up.

“Claire, what in the world are you doing?” Melissa yelled, her voice loud and shrill through the little speaker.

“Two police cars pulled into Mom’s driveway an hour ago and took her away in handcuffs!” Melissa cried.

“She was arrested, Melissa,” I said.

“Arrested?” Melissa stretched the word into a long, exaggerated whine.

“She’s fifty-eight years old!