First message
The radio crackles. His phone buzzes over it.
Eric: “yea?”
Brother: “She answer you?”
His chest tightens.
Eric: “No.”
Brother: “Blizzard’s worse. Phone’s dead.”
A pause.
Eric: “Vehicle.”
Brother: “Subaru. River road.”
He’s on his feet.
Brother: “Bring my sister back.”
Eric: “Always do.”
The line drops. Sirens cut into the snow.