Claire looked at Mark.

He looked at the driveway.

The silence lasted long enough that Diane set the suitcase upright and took her phone from her coat pocket.

“I need someone to tell me what I’m supposed to do,” she said.

Neither Claire nor Mark knew at that moment who she intended to call.

Diane went a few steps toward the SUV.

Her voice was low.

Lisa followed but stayed back when Diane raised a hand.