He picked up on the first ring, his voice low and hoarse.

“Where are you right now?” David whispered.

“I have the notice you left on the kitchen counter,” I said, keeping my voice flat.

“You took my purse off the hall table,” I added.

“I had to walk to the gas station to use their phone.”

He tapped something glass against his steering wheel.

The steady click came through the speaker four times.

“You’re acting like a hysterical child, Clara,” David whispered.