Seventeen.
The number of people who were killed Valentine’s Day 2018, by a man-child with an AR-15.
Seventeen.
The number of missed calls I had from my father on December 23, 2006, when I went to get my purse to go on my lunch break. It was a Saturday, and I was working part time at a department store between my day job and graduate school. We weren’t allowed to keep cell phones on us while we were on the clock.