wanted gone months earlier.
I reached behind the old menus and found it exactly where it had always been.
The line worked.
I gave the dispatcher our address before anything else.
Then I told her what happened.
My voice was quiet because I still did not know where Daniel was.
I did not know if he was outside.
I did not know if he was waiting nearby.
I only knew that Noah and I had to stay alive long enough for someone else to reach us.
While we waited, we found the detail Daniel missed.
The blue plate.
It was still on the table.
There were pieces of dinner left on it.
Most people would have ignored a plate with food on it.
But after everything that happened, it was the only thing in the kitchen that did not fit the version Daniel would later tell.
I placed some of
