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“You guys know how to Uber?” she asked, temporarily distracted from her worries.
“Of course we know how to use Uber,” Mrs. Larsen said with a huff.
“So he’s an Uber driver.” She gestured to the man who was getting back into his car now that everyone was out.
“Yes, of course,” Reverend Pat said.
“We thought that Spike was picking us up,” Mrs. Spain said. “When he didn’t turn up, we decided that we better get our own way here.”
“You . . . what? He didn’t turn up?” Millie was going to pass out. She couldn’t . . . couldn’t . . .
“Millie? Millie!” Someone caught her, lowering her to the ground. She looked up into the concerned face of Reverend Pat, then behind to Andrey who’d caught her.
“Where . . . where is Spike?” she asked, her panic growing.
What happened? Something bad . . . she knew it had to be something bad. Or he’d have been at the airport. He’d be answering his phone.
Her phone started ringing.
Was it Spike?
“Where . . . where’s my phone? It’s ringing. It might be Spike.”
“It’s in your hand, dear,” Mrs. Spain said.
She stared down at her phone, but for some reason she couldn’t seem to make herself answer it.
Millie tried to clear her vision. To make herself read what was written on the screen. But it had gone all blurry.
All she knew was that it wasn’t Spike’s ringtone.
His current ringtone was one she’d found called Big Bad Daddy. It was hilarious.
Answer the phone, Millie.
What if . . . what if something had happened to him? And answering this call made it real?
A sob broke free. Suddenly, her phone was pulled from her tight grasp. She glanced up through blurry eyes at Reverend Pat as he answered the call.
“Yes? No, she’s indisposed at the moment, who is this? Yes . . . yes . . . I’m her . . . father.”
Another sob.
“I will tell her. We’ll be there soon. Thank you.”
“What’s happened?” she asked as tears dripped down her cheeks.
He hesitated.
“Please,” she begged. She’d gone from not wanting to know to needing to. “Just tell me.”
“It’s Spike. There’s been an accident and we need to get to the hospital.”
Oh. God.
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Hold it together. Hold it together.
