On Our Family Cruise, My Son Grinned While My Daughter-In-Law Snapped Pictures. A Waitress Bent Close, Slipping Me A Note: “Call 911.” I stayed calm, folded it, and gave a subtle nod. Twenty minutes later, they were trembling before ship security. He hadn’t called me in years—not birthdays, not even when I collapsed in the ER. So when an invitation for a cruise appeared, a naïve part of me thought, Maybe he’s changed. Onboard, their attention felt suffocating. Lyanna served me tea at breakfast w