Lily lay down across the heavy wooden chairs in the waiting room behind me.

The chair squeaked loudly every time she shifted her weight.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Daniel’s number.

It rang once and clicked over to a recorded voice.

I pressed the red button and called him again.

The same recorded voice answered right away.

“Your husband is listed as the secondary emergency contact,” the clerk said.

“He flew to Denver this morning,” I said.