We called the police and we got in the car and we drove into a downpour that was flooding the highway.
Halfway up the mountain, my phone rang — an unknown number.
“Mommy.” Elspeth’s voice, small and shaking.
“Please come get me.
I’m so cold and I’m scared.” And then the phone was pulled away from her.
Mireille’s voice came on, and it was nothing like the voice that had called me dear for ten years.