Once I find her phone in the cup holder, I manually call my dad. “Hey, Lil.” He answers on the first ring. “Lo, we have a problem.” “Mom!” I shout, just as the sedan tries to cut us off. We almost slam into a brick wall of an old laundromat. Ohmygod. I can’t blink. I hear my rattled breath. She speeds out of the close encounter, and I still haven’t moved an inch. “Lily!” Dad shouts, panic shooting in his voice. “Luna?” Donnelly calls out, his concern palpable. He’s with my dad. Eating dinner together at the office, I picture them huddled around a box of pizza or to-go cartons of burgers.
