“What kind of car was she driving?”
“I don’t know.”
“She’s your daughter.”
“She changes cars.”
“Call her,” Ethan said.
Margaret did not move.
“Call her.”
“She won’t answer.”
“Try.”
Her hand shook as she removed her phone.
She tapped Karen’s name.
The call went directly to voicemail.
Again.
Voicemail.
Ethan took the phone and examined the screen.
“You haven’t spoken to her today.”
Margaret’s voice dropped.
“She messaged me.”
“Show me.”
“There are private family matters—”
“Show me.”
