Dad nods and turns his attention on me. “Where is your phone? You can’t call in a panic and then not answer.” I pat at my jeans and come up empty. “I must have left it in my car.” I lean against the wall, my arms still shaking and my head woozy. “Hannah? Tim?” Mom’s voice cuts off whatever Dad was going to say next. She’s beside us a second later. “Oh, thank god.” She kneels and wraps me in a hug. I pull away from her embrace and glance at my ex-girlfriend, dried blood on her face and tears in her eyes. “Now do you believe me?”
