It's not often that my neighbor goes out. That's not to imply that I stalk her or that she's a homebody. It's just we spend so much time together that it's a surprise when she goes out alone. It's normally because she's visiting family or private drives to see her husband's plot. Usually, she let's me know just because she knows I worry a ton. That's what happened this time.
She texted me to let me know she was headed to her sister's house to check on her. This was Monica, the sister that spent a couple weeks with her as she was determining whether to separate from her husband or not. So, she headed down there and spent the day there before it started getting dark. I was in deep with my reports when I heard my cell go off. It was Lauren Daigle's song, one I knew was a favorite. I picked up right away.
"Hi, Beloved."
"Leo, I broke down. Triple A said it would take three hours to get out here. Can you come get me?"
I was already looking for my shoes when she said it. As I headed for the door and grabbed my keys, I kept her on my ear.
"Where are you at?"
"I'm off exit 62. Right next to that high rise we did a while back. My car felt like it was stuttering. I don't know what to do."
"It's okay. I got you. I'm on the road now."
"Okay, Leo. What should I do?"
"Get into your car and lock the door. Stay on the line with me until I get there. Are you cold?"
"I had my jacket. I should be good."
