“Mark? Honey?”
Finally, his voice came through.
Small.
Confused.
“Lee?”
“Yes, sweetheart. I’m here.”
“Lee… is that you?”
My heart began pounding.
“It’s me. What’s wrong?”
He took an uneven breath.
“I don’t know where I am.”
The coffee cup slipped from my hand.
Coffee spilled across the kitchen table.
I barely noticed.
“What do you mean?”
“I was driving to the Henderson job.”
His voice cracked.
“I kept driving, and then suddenly I didn’t recognize the road.”
I gripped my phone.
“I pulled into a gas station. I think I’ve been sitting here a long time.”
He sounded terrified.
I forced myself to remain calm.
“That’s okay, honey. You’re safe right now. Can you tell me the name of the gas station?”
He looked around.
“Kwik Fill.”
“Good. Anything nearby?”
“A Dairy Queen across the street.”
“Can you see a road sign?”
