The phone rang behind Molly.
So much for the quiet car.
“Wait, say again. I can’t hear you.”
This was in a slightly louder voice, Molly noticed.
“Oh, no. When?”
“Where are you? I can be home in forty-five minutes.”
The woman’s voice broke slightly.
“Was anyone with Dad?”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
Molly relaxed, anticipating some much-needed quiet. And then the woman started a new conversation.
“It’s me. She just called. I’m going there now.”
“Yeah, he’s dead.”
There was a pause, then:
“Me too. I’ll see you soon. I can’t believe we did it.”