Danny, what are you talking about?”

“Just please, Grandma, don’t wear it. Wear anything else. Promise me.”

“You’re scaring me, honey. Where are you? Are you alright?”

“I can’t explain right now. You’ll understand soon. Just promise me.” The line went dead.

I sat there, the phone cooling against my ear, staring at that red coat. I didn’t wear it. Instead, I pulled on my old brown jacket, the one with worn elbows I usually saved for the barn. Something in Danny’s voice, a grandmother’s instinct, told me to trust him without question.