I looked through the windshield at the grocery store doors.
“Is he nearby?”
Levi hesitated.
“Twenty minutes.”
“Take me to him.”
“No.”
The answer came quickly, almost instinctively.
I turned to him.
“Levi—”
“No,” he said again. “You can’t just show up at our house. If he sees you without warning, he might run. I’m not saying that to be dramatic. I mean he might actually leave.”
The thought made me sick.
“Then call him,” I said. “Please. Call him and tell him I’m here.”
Levi stared at his phone for a long time before dialing.
When he finally lifted it to his ear, his hand was shaking.
“Dad,” he said. “I need you to listen.”
A pause.
“No, I’m okay. I’m not hurt. But something happened at work.”
