The 911 Call

I was talking on the phone to my best friend when it happened. We were chatting about swimming pools and barbecues as my family hurtled along I-35 toward Des Moines.

The little SUV two cars ahead of us swerved and rolled, ending up in the ditch, two of its wheels straight, two bent, the back windows blown out.

Three cars stopped, including us. I hadn't been paying attention when it happened, just heard Beloved mumbling and noticed our rapid slowing. "I've got to go," I told Steph. "I think I...