Jill D'Arpino

The text came through at 9:02 a.m. on December 27, 2014. I looked at my phone and panicked. My son had never sent anything like that, and I’d known he’d meant it. I’d jumped off my seat and called him. I texted him over and over and pleaded, “Please, Mike, don’t do this! We will help you!” Loss o...