Last Saturday night, Chris and I were having dinner at a friend’s house, and my phone rang. It said it was my mom, but I let it go to voicemail because it’s rude to answer the phone during dinner. A while later, I checked the message, and she sounded scared or something, “Amy, call me back as soon as you can.”

So of course I did. And here is what she said:

“Your dad needs to know the password for the Facebook.”

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