The phone rang a little after 6 a.m. Arizona time, jangling my nerves on a sleepy September morning.
I lifted the receiver and croaked, “Hello.”
“Turn on your TV,” came my mother’s voice from more than a thousand miles away. There was an urgency I didn’t question — I just rose, plodded into the living room and clicked on the television. I knew whatever I was about to see wasn’t going to be good.