“My grandmother passed away ten years ago,” I said.

“I told her I could not release your schedule,” Julie said.

“She sounded very thin, Mara.

She kept asking if you were angry.”

“She is not angry,” I said.

“She is terrified of Caleb.”

“We can get you out of here,” Julie said, handing me a small cardboard box.

“Cincinnati is three hours away.”