I WAS CHOPPING VEGETABLES IN THE KITCHEN WHEN MY 4-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER PULLED ON MY ARM, HER FACE FILLED WITH FEAR AND WORRY. « MOMMY… CAN I STOP TAKING THE PILLS GRANDMA GIVES ME EVERY DAY? »
My hands went numb. The phone screen glowed in my lap. Diane's message sat there unfinished. "Did Emma tell you about our little secret,…