My Husband Said the Funeral Van Would Take Me to a Clinic—Then a Loose White Cord Gave Me a Chance to Get Out
I took the keys because they wouldn’t stop.”
David said Clara was confused too.
The driver did not attempt to decide whose account was true.
“I am not sorting this out,” he said.
He contacted his dispatch, gave our position near the creek bridge and mile marker twelve, and asked them to connect emergency services.
Then he used his phone as needed to keep the emergency dispatcher informed.
His company radio was not magically a direct line into every police channel.