I sat in the passenger seat with my phone in my lap, watching the dark screen every time the green signal bars flickered at the top.

A green mile marker flashed past the side window, telling us Columbus was still fifty-four miles away.

“Did you call Lauren’s cell again?” Rachel asked, keeping both hands at ten and two on the steering wheel.

“It went straight to voicemail,” I said.

“I called her main desk line at the dental clinic right after.”

“What did the receptionist say?”

“‘She’s on shift until three, ma’am.