“What do you mean?”
“I was driving to the Henderson job. And I was driving, and I was driving, and then I looked up and I didn’t…” His voice cracked. “I don’t know this road, Lee. I don’t know where I am. I pulled over at a gas station. I’ve been sitting here. I’ve been sitting here a long time, I think. I don’t know how long.”
“Okay.” My voice was steady. I don’t know how it was steady. “Okay, honey. It’s okay. Can you see a sign? Can you read me the name of the gas station?”
“It’s a…” A pause. “It says Kwik Fill. There’s a Kwik Fill. And a Dairy Queen across the street.”
“Okay. Can you see a street sign?”
Another long pause. I could hear him turning around. Breathing hard.
“Route 9,” he said. “It says Route 9 North.”
