The pickup lay nose-down in a drainage ditch, half hidden by wet brush and mud.
Natalie reached the road as a rescue crew aimed portable lights down the embankment. The driver’s door hung open, but the cab was empty.
On the passenger floor sat a torn pharmacy bag.
Ashley’s medicine was still inside.
So were two electrolyte drinks, a bag of rice, and a package of chicken gone warm after four days.
A receipt showed Andrew had paid less than twenty minutes after leaving home.
He had kept his promise as far as the store.
Something had stopped him on the way back.
