I blinked back tears of frustration and lay my head on my knees. I would make one more pass of the car, and if I couldn’t find it, I’d take my chances with the one-percent battery. “Dear God, help me find that fucking phone,” I prayed aloud to whoever might be listening. From the front seat, Laura coughed. Then, to my amazement, she laughed softly. “Can’t swear … in a prayer, Liv. Cancels … the whole thing.”
