“You don’t have to come,” she mumbled through the phone. I heard a sniff, a cough, and then an apology of some sort. “I’m fine, really.” Hardly convincing, I thought, as I grabbed keys and locked the door behind me, mentally unprepared for the task ahead. Why me? I thought. Why now? “I’ll be right there,” I replied, ignoring her rejection. “Sit tight.” Just as I was about to hang up, she spoke once again, a hint of frustr...