Last One to Know

It was an ordinary day when I got the call from the hospital. I was working at the clothing boutique I ran with my sister. I was contemplating making a major change in my life, but I wasn't sure if I had the courage to risk what was safe and comfortable for something completely unpredictable. I thought I might be making the biggest decision of my life, but then my phone rang...

A nurse told me that my mother had been shot, that she might be dying. This could be my last chance to see her, to say goodbye. I needed to go to San Francisco immediately.

I was stunned by the news. It had to be a terrible mistake. My mother had died twenty years ago. I knew the truth. Didn't I?