I struggled to process it. “That was my daughter?”
“Yes.”
“Lily was driving?”
“She wasn’t trying to run from us,” he explained. “She was trying to get somewhere.”
“Where?”
“The hospital.”
That’s when he began describing what had happened inside Kathy’s house.
“It sounds like your daughter woke up around 1:00 a.m.,” he said. “She heard something downstairs—glass, maybe a chair scraping. When she went to check, she found Kathy on the kitchen floor. Your mother-in-law wasn’t fully conscious. She was struggling to speak and couldn’t get herself up.”
My hand flew to my mouth. “Oh my God.”
“Lily did the first right thing,” he continued. “She called emergency services. But she was panicking, having trouble explaining the address, and her phone battery was already low. The call dropped before dispatch could keep her on.”
My eyes widened.
“Kathy’s house is set back from the road,” he added. “Neighbors aren’t close. Lily said she stood there, looking between her grandmother, the front door, and the keys on the hook… and she kept thinking that waiting felt too long.”
I glanced through the small window at Lily. Her arms were tucked tightly against herself as if she were cold.
“She told us she stood there for a moment, like she was arguing with herself,” he said. “Then she made a decision. She helped Kathy up as best she could. Put her shoes on. Walked her to the car. Buckled her in.”
My eyes burned. “She did all that alone?”
“Yes, Ma’am. And from what I can tell, she was terrified the entire time. It’s a good thing it was after one in the morning,” he added. “The roads were mostly empty, because Lily wasn’t exactly a steady driver.”
I let out a short, broken laugh. “She’s 14. She shouldn’t have been driving at all.”
“No, Ma’am,” he agreed. “Lily told us she kept talking to her grandmother the whole way. She kept saying, ‘Please stay with me. Please stay with me, Grandma. I’m almost there.'”
That line broke something open inside me. I pressed my hand to my mouth and looked away.
“Our unit tried to stop Lily once we caught up,” he went on. “She didn’t pull over right away. But not because she was refusing. She told us she thought if she stopped, someone would make her wait, and she couldn’t bear the idea of waiting.”
