“He’s at Dave’s school,” Cloe said. “Right now.”
Mac was already driving before she finished the sentence. He did not ask questions. He did not suggest she call the school back or wait for more information. He just pulled out of the parking space and drove and she sat beside him with her phone in both hands and her heart doing something she refused to let reach her face.
She called the coordinator back.
“Keep Dave inside,” she said. “Do not let him near the gate. Is there a staff member with him right now?”
“Yes. Mrs. Okafor is with him in the reading room. He’s calm. He’s reading.”
Of course he was reading. Dave always retreated into books when the world got too loud. She had bought him that habit without knowing she was buying it, all those hospital waiting rooms, all those hours wh
