My phone rings again.
When I see Jarrod’s name, relief floods me. Then fear. Is he calling to say he can’t come get me?
“Hello?”
“Penny. I’m in my car. Just leaving campus. I wanted to let you know. And if you’d like to stay on the line while —”
“Yes, please. Every car that passes sends my car rocking, and it’s cold.”
“Do you have any extra layers? A blanket maybe?”
“It might be in the trunk. I have a box of emergency stuff, but I don’t want to get out of the car and let more cold air in.”
“If you’re warm, stay where you are. By the time you get out and open the trunk, you’ll be freezing. And then you’ll have to warm the cold blanket with your body heat. By the time you accomplish that, I’ll probably be there.”
“Can you hurry, please?” I ask.
“I’m hurrying, sweetheart.”
That te
