“As soon as I can get there.”

Rachel arranged the return without letting me drive while I was still crying too hard to see properly.

I wanted to argue that I could manage.

Then I remembered how often managing had meant pretending I was less frightened than I was.

I accepted the help.

When we reached Mom’s house, Ethan came to the porch first.

He waited until the surroundings were safe and I was out of the car before letting Lily come down to meet me.

She ran the last few steps.