Chapter 30We made it through Security, but we’d no sooner gotten through than Wills bolted for the men’s room. I waited outside with the carry-on and the duffel and took out my cell phone. The number wasn’t logged in my address book, but it hadn’t changed in thirteen years.
“Hello?”
“Ma? It’s Theo.”
“Teo! I love the chocolates. But you must have spent so much on it.”
“I can afford it. Look, Ma, I’m sorry, Wills isn’t feeling well, so we’re not going to be able to visit this time—”
“What’s wrong?”
“I think he’s got a touch of stomach flu. You know you can pick up anything on these flights. I’m gonna get him home. I’m really sorry…”
“Enough, my son. I understand. It’s going to take more than an Easter spent together again to erase what your father did to this family.”
“Ma…” She was r
