I was able to feel more relaxed in Vegas now, thanks to my credentials as Eric Weiss, but I was still cautious. My mom and I would meet in unlikely locations. I’d get into her car in a parking garage and lie down in the backseat until she had driven into her own garage at home and closed the door. She fussed over me and made foods I liked, pressing seconds on me even as she told me how pleased she was that I still looked trim and fit.