I was 30 miles from home.
Rain had started tapping against the windshield, traffic was rushing past me, and my phone battery was at 12%.
So I called my husband, Mark.
He answered on the fourth ring.
« What? »
« My car broke down. Can you come get me? »
There was a pause. I heard laughter behind him.
Mark was at his brother Kevin’s house watching a game with friends.