I pour myself into bed at 10:30. The past few days begin to wear on me. The appearances and the interviews take their toll. Tomorrow, my day begins promptly at 5:00 a.m. at the local network via satellite with ESPN on the East Coast.
My cell phone vibrates on the nightstand.
Mom: Madison is staying with me. her mother died & she needs you
Me: I’m slammed with interviews
Mom: I know
Me: services scheduled?
Mom: sheriff still investigating. rumors of foul play
Me: let me see what I can arrange
Mom: it’s a family emergency. Cubs will understand
Me: I’ll let you know
My heart aches, and my chest feels heavy. It’s not like my upcoming interviews will ask any questions I haven’t already answered five times in the past twenty-four hours. I want to be with Madison. I decide to shoot a text; if I don’t hear back, then I’ll email my publicist, Berkeley, to see if I can get out of the appearances.
Me: are you up?
Berkeley: yes, want me to call?