“It’s my home phone! Pick up, pick up—” Nate’s already on it. “Hello?” he asks, setting his phone to speaker. “Nate, I am so sorry!” Bronwyn’s voice fills the car, and then it’s chaos—Maeve starts screaming again, I’m half crying and half hysterically laughing, and Nate repeats Bronwyn’s name over and over, like it’s the only word he can remember.
