THE NEXT MORNING, BRIAN and I get ready to head out. “Are you sure you will be okay?” I ask David for the third time.
“I promise, beautiful. I won’t leave the house. Kevin and I are going to talk and watch some TV.” I see the twinkle in his eyes.
“Men and their TVs,” I grumble playfully.
I take a deep breath and hand David a cell phone. It’s a prepaid phone Brian and I keep in the house for emergencies ever since he dropped his and ran over it with his car.
“What’s this?” he asks.
“It’s a phone. It has my number, Brian’s, and Kevin’s in it. I want you to keep this on you at all times, okay? And when I text you, please answer back. Kevin can give you a rundown of how it works.”
Pulling out my phone, I send him a quick I love you text. His phone dings, and he looks at it, and his eyes
