Josiah’s insistence that I call him if anything weird happened crossed my mind. But this wasn’t weird, exactly. More like frustrating and stressful. I didn’t need to bother him about it. But I probably did need to file a police report or something. With a heavy sigh, I sat at my desk and looked up the non-emergency number. I didn’t relish the repair bill I’d be facing, but it could have been worse. At least my car would still run.
